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“Consider this: we fuck with the lights on. You trace the flat shape of my breasts when I lay down. We keep the windows open because the rain smells like the closest we’ve ever been to Heaven. We watch the ferns drip like they’re heavy with honey. I cut red peppers in the kitchen. You put on every song we’ve ever fallen in love to. I’m beginning to lose the difference between our skin. I’m cold when you’re shivering. I ache when you’re lonely. I can feel the warmth in your pink, fluttering heart, and I hold it in my hands.”

— Schuyler Peck, On A Long Weekend

A List of "Beautiful" Words: Yellow

for your next poem/story

Aureate - of a golden color

Auric - of, relating to, or derived from gold

Aurify - to turn into gold

Bilious - a yellow or greenish fluid that is secreted by the liver

Citreous - of the color citron yellow

Flavescent - turning yellow; yellowish

Flaxen - resembling flax especially in pale soft strawy color

Fulvous - of a dull brownish yellow; tawny

Gild - to overlay with or as if with a thin covering of gold

Gilt - of the color of gold

Gold - a variable color averaging deep yellow

Icterus - yellowish pigmentation of the skin, tissues, and body fluids caused by the deposition of bile pigments; jaundice

Lutescent - yellowish

Luteous - yellow tinged with green or brown

Luteolous - slightly yellow; yellowish

Mustard - a dark to moderate yellow

Ochroid - resembling yellow ocher in color

Old gold - a dark yellow

Primrose yellow - a light to moderate yellow

Sallow - of a grayish greenish yellow color

Sandy - of a yellowish-gray color

Straw - of the color of straw: pale yellow in color

Topaz - a yellow sapphire or quartz

Xanthism - coloring (as of the skin or pelt) marked by a predominance of yellow pigments

Xanthochroism - abnormal coloration of feathers (as in some parrots) in which yellow replaces the normal color

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Clean

Fret not, the crocus

Has not croaked its last

The trembling toad

Awaiting a rushing spring

The daffodils dreaming of

Frolics and foibles

The barren trees waiting

To stretch toward the sun

The hush of the lark

The ice of the night

A breath held

A song remembered

Mostly rice with a bit of chicken

It was only a few weeks,

Shopping at the local

Asian foods store.

Getting used to having

No car to shop with,

Packing a week's worth

Of groceries into a single

Backpack.

We ate mostly rice and

Vegetables with a bit of

Diced chicken for a bit of

Protein, once a week.

Bone-hungry and sick,

Despair set in.

"I want my mom" I said.

I didn't want her often,

Or even at all since leaving.

But after a few weeks of

Rice with nothing,

Anything seemed better

Than waiting for the anemia

To set in.

P.S.

(I didn't call my mom. We relented and subscribed to Walmart's delivery service and now we're doing okay)

Inauguration

Poison in the Dose

Nothing

To do nothing but stare at a wall, watch the sun wash over old paint. To cry because something blew into my eye. I thought of something funny and remembered your face. To cut a carrot the slow way, julienning each disc, one by one, to put my face over the pot as hot water boils. To do nothing but fold my clothes as if my hand was an iron. To watch your yawn like a slow-motion movie. To touch the thin film of dust without rush to wipe it away. To write as if I were talking to myself. To do nothing the whole day. To fill it to the brim with nothing, nothing but nothing.