Draft 7

A poem about rewriting the same thing until it finally sounds like what you meant.

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My Mama's Date Balls

Three ingredients, no oven, ten minutes. My mama made these for every gathering and now I make them when I miss home.

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Produce Aisle

A poem about the strange tenderness of picking out fruit.

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Small Hours

A poem about the quiet gap between late night and early morning, when the world belongs to no one.

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