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                          ii.

 

i stretch my palms out to them
asking them to
unbind the bones that ache in me;
every part I exposed—
every time I made myself vulnerable to them
they drank it up
laughing at my sacrifice
what have I done wrong,
offering limb
upon limb to their outstretched hands,
their long fingers unfurling
running away from cold palms that once
held my newborn form close to them
but quickly pushed me away as they realized
i couldn’t make them happy.






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