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Me, Read
I hold the heaviness
of the bag filled with all of us,
curved giants. Imperfectly sculpted
by everyone else. I am
a petal on the tulip in his
paradise, cut and snipped
to perfect fit. and then
there is more. My bumpy edged nose
leading from head to fingers
my pinched skin whiter than the singing
girl, pouncing off the pages of the
story book
She used to read it when I was sad.
Now, he slams doors on my sharp angles
I once was seen, now
I'm molded. Examined and
taped in place
Sweets were never good
still, they were stuffed through my lungs till I was one
Now,we blame together
I take it well
Shut the book, turn off the wheel, let the clay collapse
It's okay
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