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cry in the stacks

I know the branches don’t scratch
the windows to keep you up

I know you pull up carpet strands
I know you say

“like I’m supposed to do”

there’s no time for that
hold your hair back
if that’s what I’m supposed to do
—-
I found you dead in a book
with ink on your tongue
and scratches up your back
and you say that’s what you’re supposed
to do to do

don’t keep me up
go home