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Today we give thanks
For what we are and shall be
Thanks for what once was
Family and our close friends
Gather round for just one day
For what we are and shall be
Thanks for what once was
Family and our close friends
Gather round for just one day
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sixteen times in which i was Someone
1. knitting at an airport
and not waiting for a text message
but being happy when you send one,
anyway.
2. eating raw lemons in march—
i'm cold and i'm sour but i'm still
sweet, if you're brave enough to try.
3. my dress smells like parsley
when i come home from the seder,
to something warm and large and
beautiful.
4. lying on the hardwood floor
eating celery after making truffles
with my friend, we're full and okay,
it's okay.
5. i look like sunshine personified
with my yellow rainjacket, walking
through the water like lightness,
like drowning doesn't exist.
6. drawing pictures of joan of arc
at two in the morning, my phone
on sp
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Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
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I Remember the Day When Earth Fell
Often the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"
I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."
I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction.
I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.
I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.
I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, ch
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nice little tanka with a great message~