speak of my slight convulsions in bed,
please do not forget to check on me
it gets sad spending so much time in my head
you may treat me as a ghost, rotten,
blistering into a numb grief
and it's crippling, how beautiful we are in the morning
there is always the losing of a smile, it prickles skin
a slight needle
spreading negative space you
call yourself a disappointed dream
consider your family--
contemplate their outgoings,
pregnant with age
and i realize the virginity of my future
or, the space around it
it's been circulating around school that you have become lonely,
become fine.
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