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I spent most of college

studying

                  reading

                                  writing

                                                  poetry

and all I have to show for it

is this page

my mom let me take

a free boxing lesson


but why would I keep fighting

when your heart is like


the post office and Chick-fil-A

on Sundays

we spin out of view every evening

it sets and it will rise again

we do not say goodbye to the sun

some cultures worship it as a god

it will remain when we are gone

we do not say goodbye to the sun


no other star shines so gently

no other love can be so giving

we do not say goodbye to the sun


we say goodbye to our fathers

we say goodbye to our mothers

we do not say goodbye to the sun

my dog has decided

that the crevice between

my arm and my chest

is now her bed

and who am I

to argue with that?

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