hannah-johnsonWhisper

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understandingthis life is taken for granted / with harsh words and / heavy hearts of unforgiveness,

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belongingthere’s no such thing as belonging / and i have learned this from you. / we found out

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two things that do not go togetherTwo things that do not go together: / Oil and vinegar / Like two puzzle pieces that don’t fit, one bigger and heavier, the other smaller and lighter. One sits slightly on top patiently, waiting for some impatient six year old to try and make them, squashing, trying to change them and mash them into one picture, you take your bread and you dip, and these two things that cannot physically mix taste perfect.

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chutneythe gentle clinking of / differently colored bangles / combined with

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adoptionI inhale into my back bend as my mother and pregnant aunt do the same. / my mother’s toes begin to wiggle on their own / my aunt, eyes closed and belly full, mumbles along with the mantra

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santa clarait costs a dollar twenty five for the drier that leaves your clothes still damp / but the lemons on the tree are perfectly ripe / and the wind chime sounds like

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explosionsi don't get angry often. / there's no point / for

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little leaguespring time / is / root root root

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sadiei’d spend more time with you if I could / but / leash laws are strict

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tattoo.I grew up in your tattoos. / the gentle curves of dark blue lines held me as a child. now sometimes when i can’t remember your face i color in between those lines and let the rest of it fill in. the rose on your shoulder. the fallen angel on your ankle. the heart on your hip, the cherubs on your back, ever since i was little i wanted to be that permanent. / when i got older my fingers started to itch for something to hold onto in your absence. i tried to tattoo myself but red isn’t permanent and scars fade you said, ‘wait’. and since then i have never been so impatient. i tried scratching at my own skin but found i wasn’t cut out for art so i took to using the pen instead, scrawling hundreds of over used words and when they wouldn’t flow i used red again, unable to decide on what sorts of lines i want to replace you with. i’ve taken to writing on my wrists and found a substitution for scarred skin i think i have decided. this is the tattoo that i’m going to get:

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