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morning pages
I’m all round face — good morning
swollen eyes, errors, eyelashes stuck
together, mouth, morning breath — sour
could shake loose a tooth, bring a lost tear
to the brim. I’m so wired
fractured nails from picking, scratching
at inside itches. wired wrong,
so many errors, did you dream about me?
when you tossed and turned, woke up
thirsty, cold — I was dreaming of you,
woke up soaked with sweat and a wet
mouth. why is it so easy
for me to love you, no matter what,
so easy to hate myself
no matter what. I try to cleanse
the thoughts shaking salt
on my swollen tongue, swallowing
pieces of jagged fluorite, selenite,
it tastes like the moon. It burns
all the words trapped in my throat, searches
and finds the thoughts lodged in soft palate,
in creases and folds, digs out
the shame, the pain of everything I never
ever say. neutralises acid, dislodges
cartilage stuck in the wrong place.
It’s been too long, keeping the peace,
not speaking what I want to say.
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