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Isotretinoin, Roundtrip, Snowdays, The Last Dance
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
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