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when when when and the more I say it the more it sounds like another language, archaic german or synonym for rice bowl in mandarin the more I say it, the more it fades from minor burn to casualty, from rhetorial question to plea, until I'm sweating out in my apartment angrily slamming clothes hangers into the closet, shakily raising my voice at God like a waspish child and tearing dresses over my head proclaiming see? see? I'll never get to wear this one either. curling my fingers into the bedspread-- around bottles of tea tree oil and dragging an old kabuki brush through peach blush holding my lips this way and that, when? when will it be enough? When will it be enough?
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
quitters.
when when when and the more I say it the more it sounds like another language, archaic german or synonym for rice bowl in mandarin the more I say it, the more it fades from minor burn to casualty, from rhetorial question to plea, until I'm sweating out in my apartment angrily slamming clothes hangers into the closet, shakily raising my voice at God like a waspish child and tearing dresses over my head proclaiming see? see? I'll never get to wear this one either. curling my fingers into the bedspread-- around bottles of tea tree oil and dragging an old kabuki brush through peach blush holding my lips this way and that, when? when will it be enough? When will it be enough?
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
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