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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