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Six Years and a Phone Call Away
I told you to stop calling me,because we weren’t friends anymore.I said it through a screen,late at night,when courage feels braver behind pixels. You asked if I meant it.I said yes.And that one wordended six years of orbiting each other. I met you at a kickback in Sacramento—Easter eggs filled with party favors,music low, laughter…
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The Hubble “Crisis” unexpanded(made simple)
My tattoo artist (because of course that’s where all great philosophical conversations happen) told me to listen to a podcast called StarTalk with Neil deGrasse Tyson.In one episode, a cosmologist explains something called the Hubble Crisis. My first thought? Hubba Bubba gum.And honestly, that’s not too far of because both gum and the universe expand.…
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Saturday Night Playlist
I’m listening to your latest playlist.It’s Saturday night, and I’m alone.And it hurts—like, actually hurts. But you? You still know how to make a playlist that hits the spot. Somehow, every track feels like a pulse check, like you’re still tuned in to the part of me that used to sit across from you on…
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pretty little fears
we matched on tinder.god, i hate tinder.but somehow, among the noise and the chaos,there was you. you had a father who didn’t quite show up in the ways you needed.so did i. no wonder it clicked.we do for others what we wanted done for us.we love out loud.we express without shame.we hold each other up,…
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Mind’s Eye
You’re sitting across the table from me.Green shirt, messy curls,beautiful green eyes. Behind you,small cactus and plants suspended on the wall,complimenting your eyes,soft reflections of the color that holds me still. You’re talking,but I’m capturing your picturein my mind’s eye. Click. A quiet keepsake,just for me.
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The Unfinished Thought. 