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Poetic monthsPoetic months
Neri: The September wind is blowing.
Anthony: beware of the ilusions of October
Neri: Be wary the breath of November
Anthony: Good tidings of joy come in December
Neri: Janurary is the Month of Beginnings
Anthony: Companions celebrate in Feburary
Neri: The plants bloom in March
Anthony: Animals ignite their passion in April
Neri: Mothers love sweeter in May
Anthony: Fathers bond with their young in June
Neri: The sweet summer sings its July song.
Anthony: Rumors of fall are whispered in August
Neri: And as always.....The September wind is blowing....
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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