Poems from jcantr26

My teacher once told me he was 'in the winter of life'. And how beautifully tragic it seemed at first that we are all seasons. That each...
  A viper can choose, consciously, how much venom to release with each encounter, as if he knows which birthdays to forget and which...
In nineteen and sixty-two, heads that were filled with sharp numbers, formulas, an abundance of calculated self confidence, violent...
Before I learned to think in her critical voice, Before I stopped eating in front of my boyfriends family,Before I thought of myself as the...
when my mother sprained her wrist,she told me, “it’s like lying on the bathroom floor while the world goes black. all you can do is cry....

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