[response to noticing internal parts of self no. 1] June 16 2025 10:47 am
Nothing
New
Old bones dry and dirty
Grimy oily with rainbow tears
The kind from an overly optimistic eighth year old
Hair down to her butt
And soon to be cut
Who pees fast
And wonders
When her Dad will come home
And why doesn’t he live with her?
And why did the girl on the stairs run away when she kissed her?
And only if I look deeply into the sun long enough
I could become blind enough to see again
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