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Mar 2016
the news tells me about a man who was stabbed three times while waiting for the train at 71st and how he didn't realize until he got home and saw the blood seeping through his clothing and all i can think of is the girl who used to make pinwheels out of my shoulder blades, i think of her tucked somewhere far away from this body in perpetual practice of rabbit pose, i think of all that the world imposed upon us to drive her out and how i haven't been able to work any of it all the way through, how i haven't allowed myself to become small enough to confront the cracks of its reside.Β Β when the news tells me about the man who was stabbed three times while waiting for the train at 71st, all i can think of is off-white stationery and sans-serif, of sending a long-overdue letter express and inviting the girl who used to make streamers out of my veins to return, of us polishing the marble and caulking the cracks, because until now, i didn't realize, that sometimes you don't feel things until you go home.
making room
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