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Apr 3
My car shakes,
Misfiring.
Spark plugs
Ignition coils.

I slam the door,
You shove the chair.
Misfiring.

It’s raining in the office.
Misfiring,
Electricity through the ceiling.

I ask you to please stop,
And you tell me to stop yelling.

I was not angry,
Until you told me I was angry.

The cats hiss
And chase each other.
We can’t tell if they’re playing or
Misfiring.

You defend yourself
Against accusations
I did not make.

Misfiring.
It took you longer
To wash your hands.
Liz
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Liz  28/Other
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