Tagged: naive

on day eighty-five,

on day eighty-five,
doubt looks too familiar,
perhaps closer to

day sixty, smiling like thirty,
naïve like eight, aching like one
.
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not knowing so much

not knowing so much
about love, i am often
at a disadvantage,
stepping out onto the
curb, discovering a
questionably
precious, undeniably
shiny thing, picking
it up, and thrusting it
into the hands of everyone
i meet – did you drop this?
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there’s a thirty

there’s a thirty
going on eight
feeling to loss –
one may argue
it’s the other way
around, but i’ve
never felt so
naive,
unsophisticated,
with newly skinned
knees and elbows
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broken hearts become

how naively we

it was unclear who

it was unclear who
received the memo
about summer’s early
arrival – the neighbors,
for example, did
a really good job
feigning it even
though i know we
were caught
by surprise. some
people are just
better at letting
it all hang

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