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flashes

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the turn
the white car
the scream
the swerve
the grey car
the hit
the skid
the flip
the escape
the hug
the kiss
the cries
the thank god
we’re alive

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© Sara Febles

run to run

there’s this
rush
this little bit of
adrenaline
that putting on
my top
pulling up
my shorts
lacing up
my sneaks
tying my hair
in a bun
and sliding on
my headband
gives me
that’s kinda
addicting
getting ready
to run away
past the aches
out of breadth
out of my head
to run into a
sweaty mess
to run
at 6 am
to run
at 10 pm
yeah I’m
obsessed

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with the
sweaty selfie
at the end

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© Sara Febles

a miami afternoon

it’s hot and humid

there’s barely a breeze

the sun’s searing my skin

I tie my hair up in a high bun

I wipe droplets of sweat

from the top of my lip

and the back of my neck

put my sunglasses on

and wish I was naked

with a fan blasting me from above

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© Sara Febles

leftover scene

eating yesterday’s noodles

with last night’s mascara still on

and two thoughts

should’ve finished the bottle

needs soy sauce

two fortune cookies in the bag

she’ll eat both

they’re her fortunes after all

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© Sara Febles

1994 poem

My mom must be cleaning out her home in PR because she found this.  A poem I wrote for her on her birthday in November of 1994.  Reading it again, and every word is still true.  She sent the picture with a text saying thank you for loving her so.  I’m smiling and just in awe that she’s kept it all these years.

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It’s in Spanish, because that’s the only language I knew then.  Maybe I should write in that language and see what I come up with?  Might be a little rusty.   Anyway, I’m pretty sure I’m her favorite daughter, cause I don’t think my sisters wrote her anything this good. 

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© Sara Febles

Sleepy heads

I woke up this morning
With two little sleepy heads by my side
One with a golden nest of curls
The other a jet black mess
Tangled as they cuddled
I didn’t want to move a muscle
And an entire list
Of morning to-do things vanished
As I snuggled up with them
Until that annoying dog started barking

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© Sara Febles

Soundtrack

If my life were a movie
In the future there’d be a moment
When our eyes would meet mid laugh
The director would cue music
And the audience would hear
“For Once in my Life”
And there’d be a montage
Of walks, and park picnics, and kisses
And silly little dances in the kitchen
And of us reading books and singing
And the audience, especially the girls
Would be swooning when the lyrics
‘For once I can say
This is mine, you can’t take it’ played
As he’d swoop me up for more kisses
Because they’d know
That by this part of the movie
I deserved ‘my wish come true’
Then through movie magic
It would be night
And I’d be in a backless black dress
And he in a suit
We’d drink champagne
And he’d ask me to dance
And the band would play “At Last”
The soundtrack playing
Till we were in the bedroom
The camera closing in on slow kisses
And the song would slowly die off
And in the next scene
I’m in his arms and it would be morning
And the girls in the theater would sigh
Cause they got jipped of the love scene

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© Sara Febles

 

 

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