I forgot about the sun.I forgot about 2013 and rhymes on napkins and I forgot about sleeping with my face to the wall.And I forgot about soldiers and how we couldn't have a real Christmas tree in Texas because it might light on fire and I forgot about a textbook that taught me about hope and Indians.There were piano keys and fifteens.Then they...

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This is for the girls scribbling chemistry notes in the margins.The ones who outgrew attaching last names in the third grade.The ones looking for a ticket out.A ticket east.This is for you,Because I can't write to myself.This is for the girls who hide their seams.The ones who run on the dust just to avoid the asphalt and the eyes.This is for those who...

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I saw the lights line up last night.Not the stars,Just the street lamps.I saw the hands on the asphalt,And the skin,And the sheets.And it was real.And I remembered other real things.Self-help books andCop cars andTrying to force an appreciation for country music.I remembered swearing we could hear Indians while we sat on the little roof of the little house on the little mountain...

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