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she used to hold
grudges like priests
hold snakes
now she keeps her
sights clear and hums
the hymns she can’t
remember
and so it’s another
week with another man
she wants to stick around
if he leaves
kicks up dust
she don’t hold his weight
her door open when
if
he finds his tracks
“aren’t you going
through your motions”
her mother asks
the daughter keeps her head
high
avoids feeling stupid when she smiles