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    dots Submission Name: "Things will end before they start"dots
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    Author: wovenwords
    ASL Info:    19/F/Washington
    Elite Ratio:    2.46 - 108/303/189
    Words: 250
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
    Total Views: 845
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    Description:
       The title includes lyrics from Sufjan Stevens' "Holland"


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    dots"Things will end before they start"dots
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    In the hot hot heat of August
    indecision was as present
    as the pearls of sweat
    that nestled along our hairlines.
    I recall the day you rolled in from the Midwest
    for a short week,
    all limbs and a crisp green polo;
    you looked as uptight as the day we met
    on the floor of the DC airport.
    Over the loudspeaker at Sea-Tac
    they were announcing last call
    for a flight to Philadelphia.
    We sat at baggage claim,
    watching the carousel go round
    with the sensation that
    we were moving the opposite way.
    We held hands shyly.

    On our trip to the seaside we were followed by
    the sun, cackling and unwavering in the cloudless sky.
    We raced past the cars on the highway,
    laughing at our new name for the color of my car -
    “fuck-you-red.”
    It was like we’d always been together,
    coasting—no, speeding—down I-405.
    But this was the first time.
    And the last.
    Now that you’re gone we always
    reminisce on the time at the beach in line
    for ice cream at the small shack.
    We were talking about white New Balance shoes,
    about how my mom and your mom wear them
    but no one really should
    and then when we looked down to see
    the man’s white shoes in front of us,
    a huge “N” stitched into the side.
    We looked up at each other but didn’t laugh,
    small, sad, sideways smiles on our faces
    that glistened with sweat.




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