Poems from cheetahpizzapancake
Lately I’ve been waiting,
waiting for something—for the trees to lose
their leaves, for the clouds to release
their snow, for April showers...
Sadness gathers in the bruises along your hipbones
and in the aches of metatarsals
when you’re dancing alone at a bar, stumbling
over your...
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Not a single student escapes
the lash of a pen .
A clean sheet of paper is dirtied
with the red of a checkmark
screaming, "You...