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Hailey Culp

I love all the seasons, but none are like spring

I remember the first song I ever wrote

fully fleshed out and written

in scraggly handwriting only readable to me.

And, it was about spring and all the nice seasons. I think:

Look how far I’ve come since fourth grade.

Well, I mean, I’ve accomplished an entire Google Drive folder of rhyming words and melodies

but they’re all sad and dark

and I guess, “poetic”

But, really, nothing like spring.


Some days, I swear I can see black oases in the asphalt of the road

Like liquid black dreams. But then, we drive down the hill.

And they fade into gray rubble. It’s like I was seeing things.

And, some days, I walk among the crowd

Of backpacks more than people,

And, I really swear this time, I keep walking but

it’s zoomed out and I stare in a blurry gaze of cold faces.

They stare and I stare back in an endless numbing haze.

I look but don’t see

Yet never accidentally touch someone, just like

orchid blossoms and snow.


Even after the anesthetic treatment of growing up,

I still miss myself.

I don’t know why. She didn’t play piano

too well, but she was funny and warm



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Johnny Turner
Johnny Turner
29 באוג׳

spectacular!

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