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  Notes Thursday, June 6, 2013 Thursday Nights

  The mildew creeps around the sink and from the faucet
  I can tell the circles darken around my eyes like the fungi.
  I haven’t cleaned the bathroom in a while now and I keep
  procrastinating until tomorrow turns into a pile of unwashed
  dishes with crust dried out. I shrivel like a witch in summertime.

  I peek in the refrigerator a thousand times an hour. 
  Am I hungry? No. Will I throw out the strawberries? No.
  In this pigsty lies civilization, but I don’t have to spell it out.
  I continue to wait, wait for weekends, wait for tomorrow,
  until years of patience breed a pestilent stench of the living.

  #poetry #poem #thursday #cleaning 
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  Notes Wednesday, June 5, 2013 Alone

  It crawls under my skin, a cliche
  of years and years of adolescence, 
  immaturity that has never
  escaped from the dull yellow magnolian layer, 
  cells that remind me: we are all the same.
  We dream, we search, and then we live,
  walk through the earth like it’s ours. Win the clay
  like our damsels in distress—find ways to save
  vibrant viridian and gentle cerulean. Did we ever
  believe in loneliness? Under the constant
  need of verisimilitude, we failed realism,
  and barely caught on to a feather of romanticism.
  Find me, not that I need to be found.
  Trust me, not that I need acceptance.
  Understand me, so I may escape the bold alone.

  #poetry #poem #alone 
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  Notes Friday, April 26, 2013 Useless (Day 26 - Erasure)

  little idle among barren crags
  cannot rest from Life both loved and drifts
  become a name; hungry cities drunk windy
  a world to pause,
  to breathe Life piled silence,
  vile suns
  gray star,

  mild sphere fail gods, welcome thunder
  Free hearts Old end begin to slow
  moon deep in hearts,
  yield.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #poetry #ulysses 
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  Notes Thursday, April 25, 2013 The Kids (Day 25 - Ballad)

  The kids, they ebb and flow come fall
  and spring. They cry like ghouls
  and fight like monsters in the hall.
  I want to crack some skulls.

  I wish tomorrow brings a pack
  of fiendish wolves, the kind
  I somehow tame into a stack
  of neatly graded minds.
  
  And now I choose this ink of red
  to write a poem to calm,
  I hope, my slowly-silvered head—
  stop acting like a mom.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #teaching #ballad 
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  Notes Wednesday, April 24, 2013 Names

  I tried to tell them that names tell who you are.
  Mine says that I’m tiny, milky, and minty…
  wait that can’t be true. That describes an Andes mint.
  My Chinese name describes me as more of a fox spirit—
  clear and handsome pavilion, white jade and the forest-born prince.
  That can’t be right either. Maybe the kids were right after all,
  we shouldn’t pay any attention to names at all.
  It has a ring to it. It has a spunk to it. It’s cute, small, and cuddly.
  Just like me.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #names #poetry 
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  Notes Violets (Day 23)

  Writing early mornings,
  I can’t really think more than
  roses are red
  violets are blue.

  But then I think how the night before,
  I was so productive grading
  and how exciting it was to get
  the email from you…
  
  I’m not clinging,
  I’m no violets to your roses.
  but I do miss you.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #poetry #violet 
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  Notes Monday, April 22, 2013 Confessions of a Shawty (Day 22 - Earth Day)

  After a sweating kind of run, I find myself
  feeling taller. Have the trees become bushes?
  Has the run stretched my legs? HAVE I BECOME A GIANT?

  These questions run in my mind as I cool down,
  springing on each step, my stilts still not used
  to walking to a different beat.

  Friday nights at home, I can hear cicadas
  and see moths fluttering in my room lamp.
  I have to wonder—are they giants as well after a good fly?

  And are the worms giants after a good rain?
  For this moment, I don’t feel squishy. I feel squashy—
  like I want to squash something.

  Tell me. Am I short? Or was I stunted for a reason?
  As close to the ground as I can be, inverted height.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #poetry #earth day 
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  Notes Sunday, April 21, 2013 Fortune (Day 21 - Fortune Cookie)

  There is a Chinese saying:
  you can be in charge of your own fate.
  I think that is why the Chinese are never predeterminists.
  
  If fate is nothing but choice and decision

  then suddenly fate is nothing but free will.
  Take life one at a time.
  Skip stones one by one.
  
  Tomorrow is difficult. But today is not.
  Take fate by the reigns and charge into the future.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #poetry #fortune 
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  Notes Saturday, April 20, 2013 milk tea (Day 20)

  Is it you
  I see in the tea cafe
  Drinking from your iced milk tea
  Your straw stained red
  I imagine your pursed lips

  I wish I were that tea
  Cold but never neglected

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  Friday, April 19, 2013 Missed Connection (Day 19 - Personal Ad)

  The moon,

  Missed you.

  #napowrimo #National Poetry Writing Month #poetry #personal 

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