June 2, 2011
each thought hung outside,
pinched by a clothespin,
waiting limply
to be returned to dark,
cool drawers
where the wind doesn’t
blow through,
showing the sun
what’s been
worn thin.
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May 5, 2011
Crowded message boards fill
Three complicated stories of
Freshman girl gossip,
Loud music,
And me.
With a man cave of a lobby,
This scented
Breeding ground for texts,
Not the academic kind,
Will surely crumble
In the summertime silence.
January 4, 2011
Like unfolded clothes,
Her crumpled phrases
Raise the question-
Clean or dirty?
Selfishness and apathy
Often parade as innocence
And naiveté,
But timeout usually seems to be
A two year old’s unraveling.
