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sea horns
devil tongue
all put to bed
rested sideways
crooked teeth

put paint on me
color me red
say how I felt
I’m having trouble
believing
I’d ever be anything
I was expected to be

all over me
sawdust
my limbs newly attached
stumbling like a doll
and after all that was said
I still want to be
air in her lungs

I can’t blame
I understand

all it would take
maybe
a conversation

I put my lips
on a shelf

my face against the sky

there we went

burnt out
with nothing that was
unforgivable

I’ve been everywhere you’ve been

could it be the same said
in reverse?