in a noisy, i just look away.
needing advice for my coward
born with bruised wrists
because i was eating at them.
i don’t know the word twisting
when it does. i said 27/34
words of the poem my right mind
knows, and CLEAR IS MY SOUL
AND ALL THAT IS NOT MY SOUL.
to sleep is punishment.
eating is nice but
hunger is punishment.
i try for five days what took him
quite some years to live with.
i cut a lime the wrong way
only once. i cut it every day.
clear is my sensitive belly button
and the skin on my fattest parts
getting cold first.
because of chemical jewelry in my blood,
i have wanted to name a baby
since wednesday morning.
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