what hasn’t come out in the wash, is a collection of poems that reflect a myriad of late nights, sporadic streams of consciousness, loving, learning, heartbreak, healing and growing.
i grew up in oakdale, ny, a small town on the south shore of long island. writing has always provided me with an avenue to express myself and find my own voice in this mess that we like to call our adolescent years.
From the book:
when we were younger
we had the wind on our backs,
our broken-zippered jackets would fly up
as we flew down the only hill on long island
that same street we’d walk down years later
only to realize we will never be as invincible
as we were at age seven
overlooking the yachts, and the all too drunk
and all too white men,
the men who loved money
more than their children
their boats over their wives
this town,
i never really fit into
i was an odd-foot in a second hand shoe
old in worn in all the wrong places
i dream
of leaving no traces
nostalgia is a car wash
where you're sitting shotgun
front seat, let’s watch the water run
and then we’ll drive, take the scenic path
go back to the place we planted roots,
You’re born again, lace up your boots
feet are locked in, we’re off the grid
we're alive tonight, everlasting kid
and if we reach an the end in our road,
There’s a million places we could go.
the ocean’s breeze, or skinned knees
all of this is ours, follow me.
What Hasn’t Come Out in the Wash
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