part 11

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and i hope you remember me
as I remember you
broken down, disparaged, with a head full of glue -

I understood why you had to go

I understood it from the scars on my thighs
that blend in just right
with the stretch marks that line my skin-covered joints

and I find myself thinking of forget-me-nots
Babies breath - life or death
It's all the same
Except when it takes me to that place

A place where I have no name
No face
No problems or wonders
Or anything at all


(2023.7.3)

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