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napowrimo day 11 // tropical medicine[sorry this poem is so gross, neurosurgery is so fuckin wild. d

napowrimo day 10 // q&a with ghosts (inspired by siken but like what’s new)

napowrimo day 9 // to the lady who told me women shouldn’t run[alternate title: in defense of

napowrimo day 8 // ninety

napowrimo day 7 // interior decorating[file under: poems that i hope nobody finds bc it’s so o

napowrimo day 6 // what i do not admit about my heart

napowrimo day 5 // title fight

napowrimo day 4 // tense

napowrimo day 3 // for rent

napowrimo day 2 // a love letter to the running shoes that almost gave me a stress fracture[the next

napowrimo day 1 // origin story[aka I AM BACK. i performed this tonight at an open mic where i got t

the touch // i’m home for christmas so now i can make art again!!!

calorie countdown // 

Emilie’s Essential Oil Rank-jed

It’s when it starts dying that’s dreadful

no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,where the moonlight woul

can we echo louder than butterflies, louder than mistakes, and death, and shadows?

We used to live in a house with a porch surrounded by jasmine vines;crawling around the porch and up

progressivepower:Probably still believes in trickle down economics

nobrashfestivity: Edward Hopper    Loneliness New York Office, 1962 Eleven A.M., 192

I’m fading, each day. Competing with ghost of your version of me. I dressed as you liked,

Updating …

leftover sparksfade quicklyon paperafter thoughtsof all the afterthoughtsI try to savecutting o

heartsextractedfor each otherwarm and dripping,a cycle of lonelinesscomingto an end.

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