i am the one to build ice from puddled water. leaking, honest, here for you.
15 words (who am i)
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it was me
my eyelid is so soft in the bent ikea light.
quickly, that i'll bend to gum. turn to analysis and that’s what keeps me there, i’d burn the glass as the kitchen scale -
chives
born by chives, wisteria. i’ve been well but embalmed by last night;
i can’t carry one’s bone to my house, can’t sew a ripened meal with a buried hand. -
claudia in first grade
sometimes i rip ginger from the root; bite down, it makes my eyes water.
(turns my spit to heat)
i won’t ask to have it repeated because i feel a child among the ones who carry solid teeth.
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