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Unhappy But Still Glorious
Spring still clings to the ground as it stares up at the leaves, who are able to live without toppling from the trees, for now, because while nothing gold can stay, they are green, for now, gleaming in the early sunlight. There are flags lining every building, like the leaves line the trees, and as…
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Yes, In Your Back Yard, Katherine.
I saw a plan for new homes this morning, in the newspaper. Oh. Thank God. I thought. Surely they’re needed. The streets are no place for people, but people find their place on the streets, and homes are good. Necessary, nice, even? Right? Wrong. Not to be NIMBYs, but the neighbours have lost it at…
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Abuela’s Ashes
They sense you, you know, your songs spill to the streets. They hear you, in the line outside, discussing a new centrist party, that will definitely work out, and an article you read, in Lenny, about why ironic, hipster racism, is actually the best weapon against the far right, or something. They are hunting you,…
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Council Estate Girl
I was born, and sped to work, in a British society, not quite high society, council estate girl, lost in the trees, staring up at stars, and making plans, in crayon. I worked on my grammar, to get into grammar, but my grandma always told me, it was better to shine in the safety of…