one shot won't
fill it but maybe five or six
one pill won't do it
but maybe eight or nine
one night didn't fix it
but maybe twelve
the space is growing bigger
with each person that leaves
perhaps i'll double the dose
to double my chance
at being w h o l e
again
six shots didn't work
so maybe ten or twelve
nine pills didn't do it
so maybe sixteen or seventeen
twelve nights didn't fix it
so maybe thirty
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
one shot won't
fill it but maybe five or six
one pill won't do it
but maybe eight or nine
one night didn't fix it
but maybe twelve
the space is growing bigger
with each person that leaves
perhaps i'll double the dose
to double my chance
at being w h o l e
again
six shots didn't work
so maybe ten or twelve
nine pills didn't do it
so maybe sixteen or seventeen
twelve nights didn't fix it
so maybe thirty
there's a hole in my chest
and it's no coincidence
it's the same size
as the space my father
used to take up
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