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girloftheglade · 5 years ago

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Felix Hugo Fraldarius: Masked Beauty

Synopsis: Felix begrudgingly attends a masquerade ball the monastery hosted for their students. He runs into one of his only friends, Laia, who’s not as eager to be around the crowds of people and noises, either.

Notes: Laia isn’t a fully fledged OC, but I always imagine her in my head when I write with Felix. Imagining a character also helps me to give them a look and personality depending on what kinds of scenarios I want to write. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. :)

I can’t believe I actually had to come to this stupid party, Felix thought, wishing so desperately that he could escape from all these “festivities”. Who in their right mind thought a masquerade ball would be fun? What was the point, anyways? People were sure to recognize each other, even when hidden behind a mask. By their stature, their mannerisms, their voice. Throwing a ball just for the fun of it instead of focusing on getting some training in irked him deeply.

“I need a breather,” he said to himself as he slid his hands through his unruly hair, making his way into the cool night. He set his hands onto the railing of the balcony, breathing in the fresh air, the wide open space and expanse of stars in space helping to calm him.

“What’s the point of all this?” he muttered. “I’d rather be shut up in my room than being crowded by too many eager people.”

“Do you really think that way?”

Felix froze as his eyes drifted towards the figure next to him. A girl stood beside him, her face concealed behind a simple mask adorned with small blue jewels. Her jet black hair cascaded down her back like a blanket of night, her dress a deep blue with crystals lining it like shining stars. How had he not noticed her standing right next to him?

“Not one for crowds?” he asked, trying not to sound awkward. Another reason he hated social gatherings: he didn’t know how to initiate small talk.

She let out a small laugh. “I guess you could say that. I don’t mind it too much, but sometimes all the noise and happenings make me feel uneasy.” She tucked her arms against her chest.

“You and I can agree on that, then,” Felix said. “Is a ball really necessary, though?”

“All the students have been training so hard,” she said, as if it were a matter of fact.

“And what does that have to do with throwing a party? They’ll reap their rewards with their victories in battle.”

“Not everyone thinks the way you do, Felix.” He nearly felt his soul leave his body. He recognized that voice and the way his name rolled off her lips. He should have recognized her from the start! What was wrong with him?

“Laia?” Laia broke into giggles, tipping her mask down ever so slightly so he could get a better glimpse of her blue eyes.

“Took you a minute, didn’t it?” Felix flushed bright red and promptly turned his head away.

“Why didn’t you just tell me who you were?” he asked.

“I just wanted to talk with you as you would any other person. That was probably selfish of me. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t selfish, it was just…” You made me feel like an idiot.

“You do know that complaining all day won’t make this ball go away though, right?”

“Stop acting like some sort of know-it-all.”

“I’m simply telling you the truth of it all.”

“Well, you standing here away from everyone won’t make the noise or crowds of people go away either.”

“I know,” Laia answered softly. She toyed with her gloved hands, a habit she’d never broken. “You clean up nice.”

Felix snorted. “Hardly.” He was dressed in dark pants and a white-button up. His mask was a black velvet with white detailing, but he kept it in his hand. He refused to wear the stupid thing when he walked in and suddenly he felt like the center of attention.

“I bet Mercedes and Annette tried to get you all dressed up, didn’t they?”

“They wouldn’t let me even breathe. I finally told them to just pick out a simple outfit for me. If they even dared to touch my hair, retribution would be in place.”

“They just like dressing people up. They don’t mean any harm Felix.”

“I don’t care. I don’t dress up. I train.”

“You could use some training in the manners department.” He shot Laia a venomous glare, but she only continued to laugh.

“You know, when people are near me, they usually end up trying to stay as far away as possible. You, for some odd reason, do the exact opposite.”

“Well, I’m not exactly like all the others. Does me being around you bother you for some reason?”

“It does," Felix answered. "It’s weird. I keep wondering what makes you follow me around like a lost puppy.”

Laia stared at him in silence. He kept waiting for her to speak, but when she finally did, he wished that he would have spoken up first.

“I’m sorry for causing you such an inconvenience,” she answered, her voice cracking. Through the holes in her mask, Felix saw tears forming in her eyes. “Guess I’ll be retiring to my room. Goodnight, Felix.”

He didn’t even have time to interject as she bolted back into the ballroom. “Laia!” he yelled. “Wait!” He followed her trail. She’d disappeared into the crowds of people, and panic began to settle into him. She said she’d be going to her room, but was that a lie so that he’d be led in the wrong direction? He didn’t know. He didn’t know, and it was driving him nuts!

Felix pushed back more people, grateful that him not caring about other people’s perceptions of him proved useful for once. If he were a tried and true noble, his lack of manners would reflect poorly on him. “Laia!” Out of the ballroom and past the Goddess Tower. Past the dining hall. Around the stables. Sprinting to the dormitory. He came to a stop near the greenhouse when he noticed an odd-looking object on the ground. When he bent over and picked it up, he realized what it was: a high-heeled shoe. Laia’s. Part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but the other part of him was just too infuriated at himself to care, and he continued running towards the dormitory.

He’d reached the walkway to see Laia slumped over crying on the steps outside of her room. Guilt sliced through him with pain more intense than being ripped open by an actual blade. Slowly, he approached her, cradling her shoe in his hand. I know you’re the worst person alive--well, other than the Boar Prince--he thought--but you can show a little kindness to the person who somehow sees some goodness inside of you. Maybe he was cold and bitter, but he wasn’t cruel. At least, not to the people who didn’t deserve it.

Felix knelt down beside her, clearing his throat. “Laia--”

“I thought you were sick of being around me,” she spat. He flinched at her tone. He’d never heard her when she was angry.

“I never said that.”

“It can be easily implied, Felix,” she answered him as she lifted her head, her eyes searing with hot anger. “I just wish that you would have told me sooner that I was nothing but a lost puppy driving you up the wall.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

“Oh? How was it supposed to come out?”

Felix took in a deep breath. “Yes. It’s true that sometimes it irritates me when you follow me around. Because I have no idea why you do. Like I said, most people keep their distance. They have their distaste of me. But then you’re here, actually trying to become someone that I can call my ally. You’re so intent on being friends with me, earning my trust. It just boggles my mind. Is there something you see in me? Surely you don’t have an ulterior motive.”

“Maybe it’s just because I see more underneath you than what you try to portray.” A hint of a smile showed on her lips. “I know that you can be cold and abrasive. It’s not that I agree with those things, but I understand why you’re like that. You always have your reasons for when you dislike people. I just don’t try to take it personally. But I’m not one to allow myself to be stepped on. I think it’s the same for you.

“You have a kind heart. You always look out for the innocent. You’re always doing everything you can to better yourself. I’ve never seen anyone have the drive you have. It’s always inspired me. I wanted to be like that…” she whispered. Felix’s face was growing red again.

“You don’t have to go on a whole rave about me.” He ducked his head and bit his lip. His heart was feeling that warm, aching feeling again. “But thank you.”

The two remained silent as they sat on the steps. Laia had since taken off her mask, Felix’s tossed onto the pavement beside him. The light breeze ruffled their clothes and drifted along their skin.

“Um, is that…?” Felix lifted his head to look at what she pointed to in his hands.

“Oh. Yeah. It’s your shoe.”

Laia hid her face behind her hand. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

“Would you like it back…?”

“...Please.”

Felix shifted in front of her, and Laia’s eyes went wide. “Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Putting your shoe on,” he said.

“Um...I can put it on myself.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that.” She bit her tongue and glared at him. Now you're being a know-it-all, her gaze read. “Your dress is probably heavier than it looks, isn’t it? You don’t have to bend over to try to put this stake back on your foot. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you. My dress is actually kind of heavy. And my mascara must be all over my face...don’t tell me it’s all over my face, Felix.”

“You look like someone spilled their pen ink all over you.”

“Ugh, Felix!”

He couldn’t hold back his own raspy laughter. “Give me your foot.” Laia lifted her leg and pulled the fabric back just far enough so he could slip the shoe back on. Felix gently held her leg with one hand, and with the other, he maneuvered the heel back on. “There. It’s all fixed now.”

“Everything but my makeup.”

Felix shook his head. “I kindly help place your devil shoe back on your foot, and you have the audacity to complain about your makeup?”

Laia doubled over in laughter, tears smearing the mascara even more. But in the moonlight, with her glittery, star-touched dress, shining blue eyes, and genuine smile on her face, she still looked as immaculate as ever. Hearing her laugh made Felix’s heart do weird things in his chest. But it was the best sound he ever heard. Seeing Laia happy was something Felix secretly decided he wanted to make happen a lot more often.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses imagines #felix hugo fraldarius #girl of the glade writing #this sucks but just take it i worked too long on it lol

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randombloodstone-blog · 8 years ago

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Fruk - You are my sunshine

((Because teacher AUs are the best AUs))

I opened up the door wih the sign that reads ‘YEAR 6A - MR. BONNEFOY’ and entered to see the tired faces of my class. Tomorrow is the school’s Valentine’s Day concert and i decided to take he last period to help them prepare.

“Good morning class!” I waved at my students.

“Good morning Mr. Bonnefoy…” They replied dragging every word in their usual monotonous greeting.

“Do you all remember the song you’ll be singing for Valentine’s Day?” Some of them nodded in reply while the others shouted 'Yes!’ enthusiastically, “Alright,” I chuckled “On a count of three stand up and sing.”

I put one finger up,“One,” This number caught their attention,I put another finger up “Two,” This number made them all stand up readily, I quickly added a third before shouting “Three and SING!” they started singing after that.

“You are my Sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey. You never know,dear How much I love you Please don’t take my Sunshine away.”

They harmonised perfectly with each other on the chorus but struggled with the last bit.

“Try to sing that last bit again.” I told them as they sighed and did as I told.

After 30 minutes their singing was perfect so now I need to do as I promised.

“Did anyone bring a movie for us to watch?” As soon as I said that a small hand shot right up at the back row.

“Leon?” I called out “Come show me what you got.”

He got up from his seat and started walking towards the front of the class and gave me a DvD.

“Ponyo.” He stated, going back to his seat once I started playing the movie.

A few minutes in I crouched down next to Matthew who was the class monitor “I’ll be going somewhere for a few minutes, be sure to write down the names of anyone who is misbehaving, Alright?”

“Okay.” The shy boy nodded and took out a pen and a sheet of paper.

I went outside the class and started making my way to 6A the closer I got there the louder the singing was, the song they were singing was 'Once Upon a Dream’ from sleeping beauty which I do recall telling Arthur was my Disney movie, but that is probably just my imagination.

“If I know you, I know what you do You’d love me at once The way you did once upon a dream-”

“Michelle you’re too fast when you sing, and Heracles you’re too slow, try to keep up with Alfred, you two.” I heard Arthur say in a harsh tone.

I sighed and knocked on the door “Who is it?” I heard Arthur ask.

“Oh it’s just me.” I replied before he opened the door with his usual scowl on his face.

“What the fu-” he caught himself remembering that we are in a class of 11 years olds. “What do you want?”

“Not much, I was just going to see if you are finished with practice, and if you are would class 6A like to join 6B to watch a movie?” I asked looking hopefully into his emerald green eyes which glared right at me.

“Just give us 5 minutes.” He stated, his cheeks turning bright pink. Just as he turned to close the door, I planted a chaste kiss on his cheek before he quickly shut the door and i speed walked back to my class wondering if what I did was a mistake.

-a day later at the Valentine’s Day concert*

I was helping the art teacher, Feliciano with the decorations on the school stage. I put up a picture of a smiling sun at the top corner of the stage while Feliciano placed some cardboard flowers along it.

“So,” I started hoping to start to start a conversation “Is there anyone specific you might spend Valentine’s Day with?”

Feliciano looked at me with his brown eyes and nodded “I will spend it with my neighbour, Ludwig,” He replied “What about you?”

“Well, I don’t really know yet,” I replied, Arthur’s scowling face popped up into my mind making me respond with “There is someone I want to ask though…”

At those words he simrked as if he knew exactly who I had in mind.

“You should,” He told me, decorating the curtains with red hearts “No single person could could say no to a man like you, Francis.”

“D'accord.” I said hanging a few doves on the ceiling.

-a few hours later-

I was baxkstag3 with most of the other teachers when Vash, The boy from year 12, who volunteered to be the stage manager, held his clip board against his chest and signaled a boy and a girl from his class eho were wearing matching red suits to go up on stage.

“Good morning teachers, students and parents,” The girl said “I am the head girl, Elizabeta Hedervary.”

“And I am the awesome head boy, Gilbert Beilschmidt,” The boy said “And we we welcome you all to St. Romulus’ school’s Valentine’s day concert.”

“Before we start we are just going to talk about love,” Elizabeta started turning her head to look at Gilbert “So tell me Gilbert, How would you describe Love?”

“I think it is undeniably awesome,” Gilbert answered, before looking back at the girl “but how exactly would you define love, Liz?”

“I think love is…” Elizabeta thought for a moment “I think love doesn’t have a definite meaning, everyone feels it but nobody can explain the feeling, can they?”

“Probably not, so we will sing a few awesome songs that might give the audience an idea.”

“Wonderful,” The brown haired girl said before stepping off the stage “Let us start with 5C who will be singing 'Fly me to the moon.’ She spoke into her mic’

The aforementioned students marched up on the stage wearing what seems to be a glittery version of the school uniform.

As soon as they started to sing I heard Arthur’s constantly annoyed voice.

"Walk in a straight line please.” He called over to them, they looked like a line of ants after they made a straight line.

Arthur started looking around until he and I made eye contact, causing me to smile slightly at his beautiful grassy green eyes and us both to turn slightly pink (At least I hope it was slightly).

Before walking over to him I looked around to see if my class were behaving and of they had a teacher near.

By the time I got to the side of the room he was on he has looked away (probably to find something to complain about) so I lightly tapped on his shoulder, making him almost jump.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed in relief.

“Salut.” I greeted, chuckling at how fast he jumped 'like a rabbit!’ I thought.

The conversation didn’t progress to more than that because Gilbert’s loud voice boomed through the speakers.

“Wasn’t that just awesome?” Gilbert exclaimed.

“Heck yeah it was,” Elizabeta agreed.“So, who’s going next Gil?”

“Next up is 3A singing a classic from the classic.”

I looked over at Arthur who was helping the girls in his class put on their plastic crowns 'Adorable.’

When the class went on stage they started singing the song.

'I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

At first I just listened to the childrens’ voices harmonizing in the romantic tune.

'Yet I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

But after the first verse I spotted Arthur dancing Aurora’s part of the dance alone in an isolated corner of the room when most of the people backstage looked away.

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream

I cautiously walked up right behind him and noticed he was quietly singing along to the song. I placed a hand on his waist when he wasn’t look and took his other hand in mine.

“May I have this dance?” I asked causing him to scowl and blush darkly

“Git.” he said but nodding immediately after that. We started dancing throughout the rest of the song, similar to the scene in the movie.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

“Say, Arthur?” I twirled him around. He hummed in reply “Is It really a coincidence that you chose this song?”

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

“What do you mean?” He questioned but there was a look in his eye that knew exactly what I meant.

“Is it really a coincidence that you chose one of my favourite Disney songs which was from what I remember telling you was my favourite movie as a child?” I smirked and raised an eyebrow at his face which turned pink.

“Fuck off.” He simply said with a small smile.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream’

At those last words we stopped dancing

We looked into each other’s eyes and below his eyes I saw a something I didn’t expect to see.

A curve.

No, a smile.

He doesn’t usually smile.

He can give some small smirks of victory.

But this time he was grinning eat to ear and his eyes were softening.

He has the most gorgeous smile, And to think that I caused that made ne smile.

“Y-You’re next, Right?” He said suddenly.

“Oui…” I nodded “Should we take a seat?”

“Yes…” He went and took a seat next to Gilbert, One of the Social Studies teachers and I sat next to Feliciano after my students went up on the stage.

“Have you asked that someone out?” I heard an Italian accent whisper in my ear.

“In a way,” I replied to him “We danced.”

“That’s good, no?”

“Oui, but I haven’t officially asked him out on a date.”

“Well, That’s a shame,” he said taking a long gulp from his firetruck red water bottle “I think he would’ve said yes.”

-Time skip to after the concert-

There are only a few minutes left so I decided to hand out some coloured paper and and make Valentine’s day cards with them.

I ended up listening in on their conversations while making my own card. With blue and yellow paper.

“Who are you going to give your card to, Mattie?” I saw Amelia, one of the girls ask Matthew who was sitting in her group.

“since I dont know who to give, I think I am going to give it to my grandma and grandpa. ” the shy boy said.

“Cool!” The girl exclaimed" What about you Mathias?“

"I think I am going to give it to Lukas!” the Dane said proudly.

“Lukas and Mathias Sittin�� in a tree-” Amelia started.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Sandy finished making Mathias’s ears turn to a rosy colour.

'Ah, young love~’ I thought, drawing some small red hearts on the bushes I drew to make them look like flowers.

The bell let out a loud ring making the children pack their bags and walk out of the room running to their parents or walking to their buses with their friends, I got out of the room and immediately got caught in a stampede of 11 year olds, I decided to stay in my class for a bit until the traffic in the hallway cleared up a little bit.

To my surprise before I could get out of the class I saw someone walk through.

Arthur.

“Salut, Arthur.” I greeted and he replied with a simple hello.

“So, uh what brings you here?”

“A few girls from year 10 have got me a few roses and told me to give them to someone I lo-like, someone I like.” he pulled out a long single red rose and gave it to me.

“What a coincidence, I have something to give you as well!” I told him and gave him the card I’ve been making.

It was made with blue paper and I cut out a sun with yellow paper and drew some bushes with red hearts on them, in the open space which was the sky I wrote 'tu es mon soleil.’

“What?” he said in a hushed voice “You like me?”

“Yes,” I chuckled “I like you.”

“O-Oh…” he said, turning bright red and looking slightly dazed before returning to his usual scowl, rolling his eyes and wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I was taken by surprise at that kiss, after that I kissed back and put one hand on his back and using the other to tilt his chin up.

It was only a simple kiss, only two closed lips pressing against eachother.

It was also the one of the best kisses I’ve ever had and something tells me that there will be more to come.

He pulled away first, gasping slightly for air I just smiled at him and kissed his nose.

“By the way what the hell is written on the card?”

“Tu es mon soleil.” I told him.

“Translation?” he said leaning in so that are faces are mere inches away.

I placed a small kiss on his lips, pulling away quickly to answer him “You are my sunshine, Arthur.”

#fruk #fruk fanfiction #m tries to write

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maybeehales · 8 years ago

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It’s National Poetry Month

Day 8

The first time I read this poem, I cried. Because I was terrified of becoming a mother. Because I could not wait to become a mother. I am still not a mother, but it gives me the same feelings. This poem will be my birth plan.

Birth Geographic by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

1. When you give birth, there is no map—no bud and burst of compass blooming in the corner of the page. How do you know where to visit?

2. My mother had a Caesarean. I had a Caesarean. My son will not have a Caesarean. He will glance up at the lights in a dentist’s office and think only: Lights.

3. Suppose you had a ball at birth. A literal ball—one you could hold in your arms, bigger than a beach ball. I brought my very own to the hospital. Mine was rubber, a good weight, blue. A whole planet beneath my legs. Nowhere in that world was it cloudy. In between contractions, I rocked and rocked on the Earth and it was good.

4. [[ In the Philippines ]] It is said that if a woman has a lot of blemishes on her face, the baby will be a girl. It is said if the mother glows and radiates beauty, the baby will be a boy.

It is said if a mother is craving sweets and other carbohydrates, the baby will be a girl. It is said if a mother is craving oily or fried foods, the baby will be a boy.

I only craved sleep, so I thought for sure I would give birth to a pillow.

It is said the mother cannot eat anything slimy or she will miscarry.

It is said the mother should eat fish (especially bangus) to make her child smart.

It is said the mother should not eat mango to avoid having a hairy baby.

Oh, dear heart— I fear we may have a very smart and terrifically furry child.

5. [[ In India ]]

My father was the first of six children born at home, in the kitchen, surrounded by tin bowls and cups, cinnamon, and coriander. It was an easy birth. He was an easy child. This is all I know from my grandmother. I once tried to ask him about it when I was first pregnant: You were born in the kitchen?

—Yes.

His cockatiel squawked in the next room. He brought it to his shoulder. It sat there while my father continued to read the newspaper.

And that is all I know.

6. When a female bower bird arrives to inspect the male’s nest, the male struts and sings. He hopes his carefully decorated entrance and ‘avenue’ will entice her to stay. To this end he selects all manner of blue decorations to line his nest: pen caps, flower petals, berries, chips of shell, bits of foil. All blue. If the female leaves—he will simply wait, hope for her return, and pass time by constantly fine-tuning the placement of each knick-knack, each twig and snap of branch.

7. I had a birth plan—Xeroxed and stapled, slipped into a Manila folder for easy distribution among the nurses when I arrived at the hospital. I had a doula who was supposed to “hold the space” for me. Everyone slept. Even the doctors.

Everyone slept except my valiant husband

who stayed awake for almost three days

and stayed strong as a pepper plant. He was starlight

and samosa and every good thing. I could actually see

him even though I had my glasses off. My three-page

single-spaced birth plan shrank into one sentence— “Mother alive,

baby alive.” And when my husband wasn’t looking, I snipped it

to just two words:

8. Baby alive.

9. Oh where was the Knight of Knives to rescue this lady in the high tower? Where was the sword, the halberd, the red banner?

It was my decision. Mine alone.

10. No one suggested I get it done. No one even whispered it,

or maybe they did—

but I never heard it. I would have fire-screamed them out

of my sight. After thirty-two hours of labor

and no drugs, my tiny body frame

simply gave out. I pushed twice and leg-wobble. More

leg-wobble. I looked at my husband and he nodded Yes.

I was a table with no legs,

on a table with no legs, transferred to another table and bitten

in my back like the bite of lemons

in your first sweaty drink of the summer. Delicious.

11. My mother promised me her special dessert when I finished, so I focused on that: alligator pears (avocados) mashed with milk and sugar, a little dollop of ice cream.

12. When I couldn’t focus on sugar, my husband held my hand in front of the blue curtain and when I felt the tug— I focused on his sweet face. All the chrome and shine in the room could not match the brightness of his smile. I was a fish, a happy fish. I finned up to meet his face. My husband was all the bright lure I needed until I was caught. When I was caught, I didn’t put up a fight. I lay there and let them do their beautiful job.

13. Memorial Day weekend: everyone was supposed to be at the beach for a picnic. They hauled me up for the double chord and catch. And inside me:

a boy who I promise you, smelled like the sea.

14. Directions for Assembling a Bluebird Nestbox:

a. Position one side approx. ¼ inch beneath the slot flush with the edge from the back and nail from the back. b. Nail the other side, taking care that both sides are even. c. Position the bottom centered on the nail holes and nail through each side. The top will be higher than the sides. This allows for ventilation. d. Slip the beveled edge of the roof into the slot and screw it down tightly using a #8 ¾-inch brass round head wood screw.

15. Because I know talk like this frightens you, I will say this only once: If I am ever lost or someone ever wonders if the cause of my death is by my own hand—let it be known that I will never leave you on my own accord. Never. If someone takes me, I will scratch and bite until I gargle soil. My mouth will be an angry mouth if anyone rips me from you. The center of my hands boiled with blossoms when we made a family. I would never flee that garden. I swear to you here and now: If I ever go missing, know that I am trying to come home.

16. Oh, Lord. Lord, my bottom lip is bruised from singing Your name. But it is good, Lord. We are good.

17. All weekend long the dahlias spun themselves into creamy blossoms in the rain-slicked mulch. What flower should I call you? You arrived too late to be crocus, too early to curve into morning glory. Here in our tiny town in western New York, I was ready to give you anything—a dogwood branch, a solar system, complete with glittery meteors to track. A single orange. A dark and lucky sharktooth.

18. Baby, we are alive.

#NationalPoetryMonth

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