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Isotretinoin, Roundtrip, Snowdays, The Last Dance

May 19, 2022
By Anonymous


Isotretinoin

My mom always said my freckles were angel kisses

Auburn dots that glowed in the summer

The innocence of smooth skin faded away 

When warm nights no longer lingered


The red army showed no signs of slowing down

When in doubt I make a deal with the devil.

Foil sheets with tucked red pills

30 mg a day keeps the disease away


One month later every miracle comes at a cost

Achey wrists and flakey skin

So I pray that my angel kisses are somewhere,

Under the enflamed scars 


Roundtrip

My senior sunrise will, only rise once.

So I overslept, obviously

Rushing out the door to be met with a

50-degree tundra, I shivered in my car

Please heat up faster


Everything makes me mad in the morning

Certified Lover Boy played through the drive

I hate that title

I’d rather sit in silence

 

I started the walk through the lot,

 when a white chariot pulled beside me

Get in loser!

Okay he didn't say that bear with me


An expedition for chicken minis,

4 in the cab, 4 in the bed

And we beat the bell

There may have been tardy tickets

Because the white chariot is never late


Snowdays

Innocence is loving the snow

The blanket that insulates everything it covers

He loved the deep breaths of isolation from pre mandates

I can’t stand deep breathes anymore


Being conflicted is hating the 

day to day same old same old but

loving the structure that comes with it


I can never relax knowing there is

always a project left half-finished

It’s always on Sundays


There's nothing to distract me

From myself

Every day alone is a snow day


The Last Dance

I’ve never been one

to back down from a challenge

Hungriest when everything is on the line


Two cameras, 100 yards to cover

Then there were two of us

Yellow vests and khakis so we didn't become roadkill


There's a chance I ran more that day than the bench but

Who’s keeping track anyway?

The jog from goal to goal, monopod on my shoulder

Perspiration on my lip, 

Hard work brings out the worst in everybody


A bitter outcome for the team who wanted it all

Even when faced with a loss,

A hard drive filled with gold

I was the winner


The author's comments:

Reflective poems


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