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"Tongue"

I’ve looked at my tongue in the mirror approximately 52 times today. And when I say the mirror I mean approximately 12 different...

it’s getting close to bedtime and my friend’s mother says, Okay girls, brush your teeth, lights out soon. i’m six years old. apparently,...

The curved wooden earrings that I bought with my mother in Hawaii They used to lay on my dresser Now I don't know where they lay. My dorm...

If you've spent long enough in the forest it's easy to forget there's anything else. The light through the cracks in leaves is not the...

“Why are you friends with all of your ex lovers?” she asked. We kept bumping into each other as we ran up the stairs. There was a couple...

I was fleeting infatuation A sort of numb intoxication Like trying out a new hobby And realizing it's not for you I was an impulse buy...

the moon burned through a jungle of sky through an eternity of space, and i was unwilling, or unable, to confront it but your...

To Diane the Guzmania, My sweet bromeliad “Durable plant; dramatic central flower”, You’re dying. You’re dying and it is beyond my...

Rarely does nature show us a perfect angle Patterns can be found nestled in shells or the centers of flowers, But it's rare for a...

One October I anticipated for the first time falling in love after too many days of loving men after manufactured, cliché nights in...