Nika McGuin Poems

Change is a funny thing
Sometimes it comes so fast
Nobody can keep up
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You with whom it's hard to find a good memory
untarnished by your poorly masked envy
a pure memory with you, exists purely in my imagination
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staring at a dry-erase board
and I realize there are no dry erases in life
in fact they're usually sopping wet with tears
a clean cut too does not exist
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I frequent this warm cinnamon bench
at my college's open air catholic altar.

But I am not catholic,
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I think books are beautiful
and libraries are magical
perhaps the last drops
of magic that can be touched
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I am from the land of sweeping magnolia trees
Wherein a sweet lemony scent coats the air
In early summer, the trees are polka-dotted
With grandiose white flower buds
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If only
I knew how to give
just enough of myself to you
our friendship would never end
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The banquet had ended about 30 minutes ago
when she turned to me and said,
'you ready to go? '
& I answered, 'yes.'
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There's a reason why
the morning sky
was dreary and gray
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I woke up one morning, and I found
the world was full of addicts all around:
narcotic users
coffee drinkers
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