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UnderstandI picked up the dictionary, because...More Like This
I wanted to understand
what it means to understand.
Decembersville Ch. 42Chapter 42 – Clocks and VulturesMore Like This
Campara was adjusting her eye shades (that a certain someone with a metal tongue gave her) in the plaza of the carnival when she heard a familiar, anxious voice call out a few feet behind her. She made a deep sigh of both annoyance and wonder when she turned around to see Tin squeeze and slip through masses of freaks, great anxiety plastered all over his face. He slid on the cobblestone ground to where the mistress stood and he put his hand on her shoulder to support himself while he panted harshly out of exhaustion. "W-w-wait for me, will you please!?" She put on an irritated frown and crossed her
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamerMore Like This
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the
Sta.sh
