Her Published Life

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Oh, I am so chock full of every gruesome spotch
on this winter Midwest beach               different iterations
………………………….. days

swinging by as we fly into
the open lake            She

is my foggiest Memory:
no one meant to eat this

on their plate, head song          smashed
against the outside of a door,
the brunt of its force

stone monuments                      in our
stomachs, I publish my mistakes

…………………….. defiant: every Movement I make
…………………………………….. stains on the page

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