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60. Trying To Know What I Want At Twenty-Four
“What do you want for Christmas?” for someone else to pay my rent for someone to tell me I’m pretty just because they think it I used to think that I could go my whole life catching feelings, that I could be the one singular strong and brave person who didn’t shut down and turn […]
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57. Trying To, Not Tryna at Twenty-Four
I would just like to take this one moment to say, while I am boiling hot with passion on the topic, that I shiver when I receive text messages that begin with a lowercase letter. Not only is it gramatically incorrect and lazy, but also, if you ask me, “wanna get lunch?” maybe I do […]
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39. Trying to Let the Thing Be the Thing at Twenty-Three
Have you ever fit so particularly snuggly into a moment of yesterday that you could not help but wake up today not eager to expand into something larger but insistent upon shrinking back into the exact perfection of yesterday only to be disappointed, albeit not surprised, to find that yesterday’s perfect fit could never possibly […]
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38. Trying to Cool Coffee at Twenty-Three
Imagine for a moment, dear reader, that you left home in June of last year. You boarded a plane, teary-eyed after kissing your loved ones hurriedly outside the terminal; you remember walking to your gate, gasping for air, tapping your pockets as if it is some thing you are leaving behind. You remember concocting a […]
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37. Trying to Learn Something New at Twenty-Three
In Auckland, I learned what color the yolk of an egg is meant to be And in the Longwood Forest, I learned how to listen And heard a voice I’ll never not know Just after Arrowtown, I learned how to sleep In the surface of Lake Wānaka, I saw myself for the first time And […]
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36. Trying to Get Caught in the Rain at Twenty-Three
When did you stop playing in the rain? On my final morning in New Zealand, I quivered in boat pose on the beach as the hour’s imminent rain began falling. It was gentle at first. I stayed until it became steady and cold. And I smiled at a memory; the kind that floats past from […]
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35. Another Poem: Sitting on the bus on the 10th of March
Shimmering fingers knitting quickly in the windowObserved in reverse A reflection ahead I find myself on the edge yet again One more day of me We three strangers in the jet-black seaThree times underneathFuzzy and barefoot on the pavementThe blisters sting this morning A March to the New Moon A salute to MoanaAnd to me,TooOne […]
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32. Trying to Offer Something Useful at Twenty-Three
This morning I peered my head out from my cocoon (my top bunk at the Atlantis Backpackers Accommodation) to find that last night’s commotion I thought to be a dream had in fact resulted in what lay at the foot of the 6-rung-ladder, the first of many obstacles between me and the toilets. The woman […]
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Intermission: A Poem
Do you remember the lesson on colloids? Shame sits solidshoulder-heightmilky ormurky, maybe impassable or perhaps impenetrable a cozy mystery, reallyI end as I began:ahead of myself alone in the fogunsure of all but my own two feetand my tongue behind my bottom row of teeth
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30. Trying to Talk Money at Twenty-Three
Today is the last day of January and despite my Trying To buy only the necessities, I am on my way to buy a wee candle and press it into a wee dessert and celebrate one whole month of my traveling a way I have never before travelled. Because this sort of celebration is, well, […]
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