Tag Archives: Karissa Seibel

On Progression

This looks a lot like rubble / but if you turn your head to the right angle / it could look a lot like a makeshift greenhouse / I’m somewhere out in the backyard of teenage expectations / a little … Continue reading

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First Noon

Marigold faux alligator skin—this is fashion, I suppose, paired with a pursed-lip moment, all the decisions never simple, since everything tanks, tips, takes flight, I guess, but who is to mention the breeze is late when we already took breaths? … Continue reading

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Wish I Were You, Good at Being

Near-rhymes, double time— not necessary to nature, but undoubtedly more powerful, pungent like citrus rinds, wrinkled like a smirk. I used to think I was alone in asymmetry— the one person with shadows preoccupied, an eye disappearing in smiling, a … Continue reading

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The Phenomenon of Mysterious Girls

In a memoir you might someday write, you’ll explore the phenomenon of mysterious girls—the ones you tried to mimic by matching their apathy, evaporating your own happiness and expecting it to be beautiful—bait for bliss and boys. This memoir would … Continue reading

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Generations’ Embrace

The autumn trees almost fluorescent, almost traffic cones redirecting—the ’70s CD breathing in the background; it’s just past too early to be this talkative. TV show philosophy, psychology of the twists— we are real-life Gilmore girls a few states over. … Continue reading

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