| hey! sup? one major sentence: it doesn't feel like xmas. so bored. still didnt get to go gift shoppin'...but next week supposedly fun..hehe. ate at ichiban japanese cuisine...yum..went to church..gay..came bac..went bac..gay time..i mean it was really boring..i was tired..but thanx nina n' keren for da giftz! cool dreamz n' adios n' GOD BLESS Y'ALL ~ HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
emily  
December in Miami
December in Florida is lonely.
Hot southern sun never yields
to soft, beautiful snow.
Red and green adorn downtown buildings,
but the ground is void of white.
"The houses are jungles of light strands and tinsel,"
he says taking my hand. Watching
light flakes fall through my heart's window,
unable to touch the cold glass of home.
"Geography is destiny," I once learned.
This moment, our destiny is a desert of palm and sun,
walking through Miami at noon.
Nicole Mayhue
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Miss You in Montana
Have you ever watched a storm
roll in across the ocean?
Perhaps the river would have to do.
He brought acrid red wine and white plastic cups.
This moment was the last as I knew him.
This was the night he intrigued me the most,
lingering on the rocks, watching
the storm roll in, waiting for him to roll out.
Montana called him tomorrow,
but I called him tonight,
away from the river and into the reach.
The field was soaked in rain and lightning,
our earnest excess of energy.
Or maybe it was the wine.
But St. Christopher had carried us there,
directly below the heavens that bellowed so wildly.
Rain kissed our skin softly, and we mimicked its tranquility.
I watched as the storm rolled in and you rolled away,
fading into nothing but these:
the letters and poems you never read.
Lauren Goldsmith
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