i don’t really know
i scratched up the middle of my palm breaking a metal beam in my closet
i dislocated my knuckle and popped it back into place
i dragged myself out of the house to eat out for once
i put on a nice light colored dress on my period
i keep smelling the bath and body works soap residue on my hands
i keep recharging my laptop just to take it off at thirty percent and restart the cycle
i should probably call someone to come over tomorrow
i miss you
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i really like this poem. the images build, and the last line is so simple and honest. nice work