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July 2011
The Claire’s cherry charm necklace fastened beneath my swinging side ponytail, heels calloused from barefoot tag, chewed split ends, capris with grass stains and unshaved shins, pale. Somewhere in the yard I lost the red charm, we scanned the grass until the last light thinned, the afternoon’s fun cut short like thin yarn. No lost-and-found […]
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On the Street Where You Live
My favorite house on Kensington, white wood with black shutters. A picket fence but not suburban, that timeless style that never stutters. Outside is the street’s source of sweet scent, a magnolia tree three times the house’s size. Its swelling branches like a tent, I want to get married under it, leaves falling as hymns […]