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the tiniest nail in the universe
scooping up insects from the pool (an ode to mary oliver)
Jul 10
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WHEN I DREAM, I CALL THE TRAIN CONDUCTOR GOD
a poem on the sense of displacement after moving abroad - not feeling at home in the new place, and too changed to feel at home in the old place.
Jul 9
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June 2025

it really is that deep
a poem i needed to write when i saw the 50th tiktok comment of the day from someone saying 'it is not that deep'
Jun 12
129
10
HOW TO BECOME CREATURE AGAIN
A place is waiting (a poem)
Jun 10
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i know love is real because he always cuts the nails on my right hand
love as mundane ritual
Jun 10
64
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May 2025

sometimes i am overcome by a sudden wave of sadness and impending doom
you try to give words. melancholia. nostalgia. despondency. paralysis. no. no. you cannot hold them.
May 30
47
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Being on the internet is for poor and cringey people
Sorry to break it to you!
May 27
132
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all my friends and i talk about is getting rid of our phones
our phones as the tiny gods we are trying not to worship
May 26
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i wish i was a smoker
a poem about my desire to be rebellious and throw my green juices out of the window
May 23
106
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The work is never done
What my nose job gave me - and what it took away.
May 20
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Chestnut tree (field notes on love and loss)
‘Sometimes being afraid is the only thing you can do’
May 14
30
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WHEN THE BODY DEVOURS
a horror story of pain with teeth, things that can live inside of us & a hunger turned bloodthirsty
May 12
137
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