A Cargo of Green Hearts
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you used to smash plates when angry.
I was eighteen. I wanted to smother myself in you the way the moon rolls around in dark bedsheets. I recall the day I left: wasn’t less hungry or lunatic just tired of all the splintered things in my bed, it was like sleeping with nails. day before, you’d broken the car window said you’d do the sun if you could-- crush its smiling orange face. and so while you were at work I left nothing, erasing even my shadow. near the end of the two hour drive I could feel your hand squeeze my heart and although it did not break like everything else, it held more blood than I ever imagined. Comments are closed.
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