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I keep having dreams about

Babies.

It is strange, it is

The first time

I've thought of children in my mind without no

Fear.

Even if it was

Only in my sleep

Last night, I saw myself

Except I was just a baby

I knew it was me, yes

I knew.

Ever since Brooklyn, I've been

Noticing the years

Inside my fingertips

At the back of my bones,

I've got a little ache

I don't want a bandaid

Or a kiss

I don't want a baby,

I will try to

Shake them off.

Tiny hands

That's me with tiny hands

Sitting at a buddy bench

Waiting for the reasons why

I'm such a cry baby

16 years old

That's me at 16

The day I got my permit

I'm obsessed with the fact that that's the photo for me

That one, that's funny

That one feels like I'm

butt naked

And the only thing covering my crotch

is a bag of chips

I was high in a towel

Why did I look like that?

Why did I look like that?

I saw myself as a baby,

And I did not mind the view

When did my fingertips

Swell

Get so grotesque?

Oh, I

can't remember

what we were talking of

Oh god, this is too much

I hope so! Said the baby

Asking

What is she?

What is she doing?

I was sitting on the stoop outside

I was talking with

Girls who look like

They skipped the swelling stage.

Girls who

Think of babies

With a smile.


She was like,

I am so sorry but

I'm not deleting this.

She is not sorry

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 29 ⏰

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