Category: Poems
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requiem for a hero
did they only tell you how to be a god, not a lover, not a father, not a man?
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hera
lying in the bathtub, my hair swirled out behind me like the tails of a kite—or snakes— i think about hera.
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again, and softer
i have done this all before. i have lived twice in this moment when you look at someone and know you were meant to meet them, to love them, and it nearly destroyed me the first time.
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the fairytale
once upon a time, there was a princess running through a darkened wood…
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