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text:

good gardens give things

to the people they love, but I am

small, eyes closed and losing

a little more of myself everyday. I want

to grow older this time, to learn

from the things that bruise me. this

is a burial with a muddy throat,

but I want to scream

the color of wildflowers. this

shouldn’t feel gentle, but I deserve

a soft parting. I forget what it’s like

to miss someone beyond wanting

to call them on the phone. I hate

who I was yesterday. let me feel

the imprint of her teeth in my palm.

let me hold her anger. let me

give her someone to tell. let me wrap her

dirty wounds tightly and let her say goodbye

you have no right to be depressed!

Fill in the Blank - Car Seat Headrest

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