Tag Archives: Lauren Yates

To My Future Daughter

what can i say about human nature that you don’t already know? if you must hear it from me, cry in public. do not make a scene. let the tears stay silent, and try to become them. the ones who … Continue reading

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What I’ll Always Remember

I would like to forget the time you guided me across the street when I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I could see, but I loved that you wanted me to be safe. Like when I took a Megabus to D.C. … Continue reading

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Tilting at Windmills

If you ask me, the world’s just a series of Rorschach tests. People and places are nothing more than inkblots, in the dreary office of the universe. They say God has a sense of humor. I’m not sure what He … Continue reading

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RDI, or The Incident

During the outings before we first saw each other naked, we weren’t sure how to fill in the grid of our misgivings. We were the type of puzzle often skipped in variety booklets that never have enough sudoku. The instructions … Continue reading

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Definitions

It may be a man who lives inside the moon, but it is a woman who rules the night. To say I haven’t slept in 3 days is an injustice to this lady. Instead, I will say it has been … Continue reading

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References

You once asked her if she could be any reference book, which one would she be. She said a concordance: evidence that you can still complete the story, as long as you remember the important bits. She was never one … Continue reading

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In the Spirit of Jean-Michel Basquiat

The way you smirk when I tell you I hate people reminds me of 7th grade biology class— the day we were each assigned a part of the lab to clean. I got sink number 5 with my lab partner, … Continue reading

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