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I used to want you to understand all of it: the dripping roof, stalagmites rising up like dandelions …
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I used to want you to understand all of it: the dripping roof, stalagmites rising up like dandelions …

If you’re wondering if you should congratulate this person or wish that person a happy birthday—if it’s been too long and it would be too

Fir needles like rattling bones. The air a myth that has been told and retold, fading from emerald to onyx. My skeleton soft like honey,

Nine months of darkness, then the sound of scissors and we separate. I thought I’d love you because you were part of me, feathered limb