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broken fever


the first time a boy

smoked too many

cigarettes because

of me, he became

a man. he coughed

my blood into his

palms, tasted my

iron & grit, his tongue

finally learned the

inside of my body.

 

he clutched his chest

and felt only my heart-

beat. the pulse of a

moving car is one akin

to racing cattle or maybe

just a fever the moment

before its break.

 

i do not know what it

means to break; only

to burn out like a brilliant

star, or just another

addict’s mistake. 

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learningtobefree

Meghedi Tamazian is a seventeen year old girl who resides in a Chicago suburb. She is a member of her school's speech team and competes in the individual event of "Poetry Reading." She has represented her school in numerous literary conferences, festivals, and magazines, and has been mentored by renowned poets such as Kevin Coval and Roger Bonair-Agard. Approximately three years ago, she began working with a Philadelphia-based spoken word artist, with whom she continues to collaborate, to produce spoken word tracks of her poetry. She aspires to be an involved educator of English at the collegiate level and has a firm belief in engaging youth in meaningful social discussion with a concentration in poetry. Too often, she pretends not to notice when someone is trying to hold her hand. Don't ask her why.

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