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- --listening ♬
- --reading ☾⋆｡
- --charting ✮⋆˙
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POEMS I WROTE
{Prelude} - “Extracurricular”
{Sugar House} - “Between Jobs”
{Birdfeast} - “Portrait of Orange”
| The Girl
| after My Death by Lisa Tuttle
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| Once, I bit off her nose
| Shiny and round.
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| Cream colored rubber
| I could not resist.
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| She was a thing
| In the shape of a girl.
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| The smell of latex
| Did not scare me.
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| Where there was a hole
| I held her to my chest.
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| Years passed and swelled my ankles.
| Books vanished from my shelf.
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| Still she found me in a dream
| Red-mouthed and gaping.
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| I knew her only by shape
| The stench cruel and unfamiliar.
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| There was no time to apologize
| To the girl-shaped thing.
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| I woke up gasping
| To touch my face.
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| 10.01.2025
In Fall 2020 I wrote a short poetry collection reflecting on the impact of Covid-19 on prisons, drawing from various source materials.
“Scene From a Midwestern Pond”. A version of this poem was published in the 47th issue of Berkeley Poetry Review.
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