a doll thrown into a cornfield, if it comes back, you can't wear clothes for a week, poems mention twins soooooo so often, a stick figure starves because it doesn't know what it eats, most of these need my childhood, which isn't fair, which is very ******* fair, it got all covered up, those babies, those babies killing angels, I prayed to a paper microscope, a spot on my back burned so patiently that a star faked its death, I was as warm as a toy, god got those names from a bomb