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remember when I was the size of a pea? you were a sunbeam dancing on my mother’s teeth. waiting for me to kick but feeling my heartbeat instead. I made mother swell with joy. never pride. you, I don’t remember ever holding with the right number of fingers. always slipping— in & out of a ribcage alienating the heart. we were never close but you let me fly with broken wings & wondered why I never quite came home. I think home disappeared when it stops being a single line away. I grew like redwood broken & bruised, but sweeter for it. away from the nest I was diligently thrown far from. you are not home, father. I outgrew y

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paint-thinner fingers

remember when I was the size of a pea? you were a sunbeam dancing on my mother’s teeth. waiting for me to kick but feeling my heartbeat instead. I made mother swell with joy. never pride. you, I don’t remember ever holding with the right number of fingers. always slipping— in & out of a ribcage alienating the heart. we were never close but you let me fly with broken wings & wondered why I never quite came home. I think home disappeared when it stops being a single line away. I grew like redwood broken & bruised, but sweeter for it. away from the nest I was diligently thrown far from. you are not home, father. I outgrew y

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paint-thinner fingers

remember when I was the size of a pea? you were a sunbeam dancing on my mother’s teeth. waiting for me to kick but feeling my heartbeat instead. I made mother swell with joy. never pride. you, I don’t remember ever holding with the right number of fingers. always slipping— in & out of a ribcage alienating the heart. we were never close but you let me fly with broken wings & wondered why I never quite came home. I think home disappeared when it stops being a single line away. I grew like redwood broken & bruised, but sweeter for it. away from the nest I was diligently thrown far from. you are not home, father. I outgrew y

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Sunshine Yellow

Sunshine yellow filters through the trees, dappling the gingham picnic blanket with patches of light. The clocktower chimes twice; she can feel the bong in her chest, heart in her ears. There are breadcrumbs on her jacket, butter on her lips - she flicks orange rind off her fingers into brittle grass and lays on her stomach, blanket fuzz tickling her nose. Below the sun, she sleeps away the last of summer.

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