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Old Womani. An old woman told me that people carry grief and anger and sadness that they can't let go ofOld Woman
ii. She is swimming in empty wine bottles when she tells me to let go of the past
iii. I complicate things I drink in my sadness let it sink down into my lungs until my ribcage feels like it just might unhinge itself and set free my tired heart
I hold on I let go and I can't tell what hurts more
iv. That old woman told me to forgive that If I just said to myself "I forgive"
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dreami. Sometimes I daydream.dream
I daydream, while smoking on the porch in my pajamas in the grey morning light that you'll show up, unannounced and insist that I come with you, that there's something I have to see.
And I'll struggle and refuse but you'll scoop me up in your arms, messy hair and all and buckle me into your truck and we'll drive down the road to that lake where we used to swim, where I got my first leach and made you pick it off.
We'll sit and dangle our feet in the water silently because there won't be anything that needs sa
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dark dark darki. I am terrified of the dark. And yet, I'll stand outside in the chaos of midnight taking careful, measured steps across my porch.dark dark dark
I'll picture myself running barefoot through the damp lawn, dancing with the fireflies,
spinning around like some fucked-up ballroom dancer.
I reach the edge of my porch and teeter like a suicide, and I'm vaguely aware that I'm barely breathing
But I stand, statue still, growing thick and winding roots as I take a drag off my cigarette,
letting smoke curl around my lips and float away
in clouds that remind me of ghosts
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summer airi. People say that I am doe-eyed.summer air
You told me once that my eyes made looking at me unfair, but my eyes are big and brown and blameless and they have seen too much.
ii. Sometimes I feel small, like I'm falling through time and the world could swallow me up in rain and sadness and things I can't remember.
Like gauze around my ribcage.
iii. I was sitting in town last Tuesday when it began to downpour. I watched all the people shuffling and bumping into each other, running under awnings. And I sat there
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