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  a list of things to put off until another time

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  i want to write about bra-lines through white tops; injured girls who share their crutches with their friends; crutches who are friends; friends who are crutches; boys who are scared of being alone; little kids who think that when you close your eyes, you die; how cool it would be to close you...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  learning how to 'gérer'

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  i stayed after class today to talk to my french teacher without a reason. madame? she was tearing up. ça va? quest-ce-qu’il y a? “tu vas me faire pleurer, anna” (you’re going to make me cry) she told me her mother died two years ago today. she was wearing a skirt with her favourite ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  kiss kiss

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  they say you have to face your fears, sugar, so slip those red-and-white cartwheel peppermint lies into my half-open mouth: red and abandoned like a purse someone took to the opera and forgot on their balcony seat....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  i do ballet (and boys)

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  the internet says the etymology of embla is uncertain, and maybe what he’s doing is trying to press his fingertips into the clay of your name and make meaning, darling i don’t know it’s a nasty thing to love someone who only loves your body i know this inside out; he knows you outsid...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  (things that get lost under) mistletoe

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  you speak to the shaking sky as if the flakes were friends and family in disguise some days you’re so thin you might snap at wrists and ankles, crack your elbows, your thighs. i wish there was more of you to adore love’s not a size i wish there was more of you to fall for ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  coffee-spoons

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  —we used to think mothers spat out babies from the back of their throats, like phlegm— we grew up in each other’s arms; i’m worried we’re going to forget our mothers and become each other’s everyone. i spend most of my time thinking about this, even when i’m trying to concentrat...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  semaphore

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  stop touching me like you're saving my life, like it's a chore; like i'm an exercise in morse code or semaphore. this is not war, i'm not floundering on an enemy shore (not anymore.) if i'm a deserter, you're a coward for sure: cowards are yellow no matter their color your gray might foo...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  wise one

  

  By escaping-the-bell-jar, Heisdorf, Luxembourg

  you know so much! they say to me as i rattle off the bus times – the product of meiosis – the date of some battle. you're so smart, love says my sister whom i adore (she thinks i know everything and more). but there are lots of things that i would like to learn: for example, i do not kn...