Tag Archives: Andrea Jefferson

You’re a Legend Until You’re Born

There are mass shootings on your behalf, riots in the street, technology dedicated to viewing your heartbeat. The world is color-coded based on what you’ll be. Shoes are gifted early for the protection of your feet. Your home is sacred, … Continue reading

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I live in a suitcase

because unpacking implies comfort. dust settles on a mantle, certain it’s home, shaken and bewildered by the subsequent wipe-away after weeks days hours. being swept off one’s feet is not always an accomplishment. trees are grounded by unforgiving roots that … Continue reading

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My Best Friend Cries on the Toilet

Only when she poops though. Every time we’re getting ready to go out somewhere I glance at her reflection while doing my eyeliner and see the tears welled up in her eyes. We’ve known each other so long, I ignore … Continue reading

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