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She returns -
and stays
and stays gone

all at once.

and i
read the 
words aloud

scream the names aloud

duck my 
head,
in shame 
aloud,

am by myself
and quiet
all 
in my head
alive and desperatly here,

moving my fingers
over my lips
over everything you know, and 
will
not
say.

I call in sick to tell her i'm cured.
i write love poems
and sick poems
and sex poems and throw them out.
all 
out of


need?

It's no wonder she names the crystalization of selves.
and i,
i shelve the parts of me that don't fit,
delve into the past
find rhyme, move along, sinking fast
the flick of the wrist,
have you ever

thrown a



knife?

nov 8 00