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she put fishing line
on her teeth
pulled until she said
she could smile right

she painted the walls
even though they’re “fine
they’re fine”
he told her

she sat on the rocks
in the garden
picking the bugs off
pulling her own hair out

“i know when everything
feels wrong”
he said

he came out from the street lamp
with her blue jacket
and a bottle of water
she left on the path

little snapshots
little birds
little poison cups
little hands

“what have you got there?”