one. all who loved me all who touched me all who took from me were marked with blisters everything about me boiled my quiet my eyes my laugh my hair in a tiny ponytail imagine this headline, "Small Town Dance Recital Audience Flees From Blistering Cries of the Loneliest Brown Baby Femme in Lime Green Sequins with Matching Tutu" two. as a teenager, i became my own sweltering mess of a fire department quick to put out my own flames i can recognize now how i wrapped that ugly hose around my desire always careful always on fire watch fires in my palms i slept on bathroom floors never kissed my friends often turned my attention to soft men who cried in front of me had heartbreaks in the shapes of their mothers & no matter how soggy the self i offered up they always charred their tongues Comments are closed.
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