Caitie, can we talk please?
about cutting heart strings
propagating them in soil
how fast does loneliness grow
and when it does, what is it good for?
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Sophia, can’t you just listen?
why does it always start in the kitchen
so deep and full I don’t even notice
hot water kissing burns into my fingers
gazing through glass, remembering
fingers curled around glistening gold
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Gracie, don’t you know?
every March is the same doldrum
memories bloody and broken and
what good are bruises that don’t heal,
veins and arteries to carry pain
that isn’t real?
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Maisie, what’s the problem?
with donating organ systems
as long as I don’t miss them?
I wouldn’t, you know, dream
of dead girls, if I didn’t own
a brain to do so
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Ashley, I know you’re there
tell me, how can some thoughts
be arresting as iron weights
boring through my flesh and others,
as spontaneous and weightless as
a summer dress?
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Lyndsey, please make it go away
the shadows, I mean, when the sun drops
beneath the tree line and all I can do
is remember grief, my very own skin
prying away the layers with crowbars of sins
Just Thoughts 