*Just a prenote: This is a poem about my last boyfriend. It is a true story; it is not pleasant nor does it have a happy ending; it is somewhat profane (not really my style), but it is what I feel I needed to say.* I think about him nearly everyday. Him, the reason I […]
There is a class where I literally don’t do anything. This class is good for writing on my blog with a computer rather than a phone, charging said phone, and eating an early snack-meal. I absolutely hate it. Well what did I expect with a class called “Plant Soil”. I’m surprised that it even counts […]
Mr. Cardoza when you wear that black turtle-necked sweater you look like a poet with something profound and transcendent ripping at your soul smooth jazz at your fingertips and an emergency stash of coffee at the bottom of your desk. Mr. Cardoza when school is over, and sometimes even when it’s not, you sneak to […]
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