Alaska
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A small Alaskan town
Enveloped in a calm, magical mist
Where everyone grew up on a steady diet of
Chocolate brown X-tra Tuffs, playing outside until dark descended, and rain that never stopped
To my friend,
my cousin.
You represent someone who is exactly what I wanted in a father figure.
My real dad is afraid of everything, and has a hard time being supportive.
I come from a small island
People here get comfortable,
They know their neighbors,
They fish,
They hunt,
They pass down stories for generations,
School isn’t always important.
How beautiful is the world from where you are?
Do you see the hate and the disarray?
Or do you only notice the gradual spin of the green and blue marble?
Four grainy timber walls
Topped by a nondescript brown roof.
Physically utilitarian, recreational in purpose.
An ice fishing shack.
It is a perfect convenience
Tears and Blood
Shed in the night
She is cold,
And she’s alone.
For why she cries,
So many have died
And she fears the fate
For her own.
He hits her,
When she’s crying.
I like radio static
and sleeping by rivers
in a tent,
with wood smoke as my blanket
and campfire glow
as my pillow.
