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an old lover
has my shirt
and I want it back

when she’s out late drinking
I wonder if she uses it
to rest her head against
before passing out
or just to clean up
random spills in the bathroom

and I wonder which I’d hate more

I’m getting tired
of chasing and barking

my bones feel like they did
when I was thirteen

I’ve always felt like
a creaking forest

I’ve always been bad with
similes