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Poetry - Page 1
The Ballerina In My
Music Box
12.25.2025
" The ballerina in my music box has seen everything. Not everything that gets photographed or remembered in stories, but everything that happens in the three feet between my bed and the mirror..."
12.29.2026
"I wait here in the used book store, among all the other volumes that have been opened and closed, chosen and released. We are hidden in this nook. We are not waiting to be perfect. We are waiting to be seen."
the Book On The Middle Self
2.17.2025
"I am still standing at the window, hopeless and half-dressed in my own hesitation."
Selfish Woman
To Be Fed
11.22.2025
"I took a crumb from the floor, left quietly as I closed the door. The crumb lasted me three days. On the fourth, I woke up thinking I had feasted."
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