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R Jamin
Poems
Jan 2021
Iron Deficiency
My friend's mom said I glow anemic
look, I don't like my moon-face either
but at least I'm not
Relentlessly burning immortal
at least I know
I'm paper or wax or something
fading slowly instead of
all at once.
I feel dizzy weaving in and out of
leather hands
and I promised myself I would never let my
tongue crack
(it is but)
I can't really help that
or being told
by people who say I look classic
they can see what I'll look like
in 35 years
also boiling
while my rouged face drops to the floor.
If I squint I can see my cheekbones
they make me look pretty
because they remind me of my skeleton
who is waiting nicely like a guest
white on the porch at midnight
I'll let it in
(when I'm ready).
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