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(Disclaimer.)
(Nevermind.)
(I do not need to be disclaimed.)
“You’re a good writer. But everything you write is better out loud.”
Fine.
Here.
#metoo is trending
and I’m trying to decipher the pangs and chills that
rumble my stomach and run up my spine
because I have been told that I overshare
that I’m too loud and
that people do not want to bear witness
to my trauma
when they have enough of their own
Me, fifteen, only wrote poetry
sentences were too hard, too much
they take all of the wind and words out of you
and they have rules
Me, seventeen
I don’t believe in rules.
Me, ten, a red Christmas nightgown, flannel, ankle length
in case you’re wondering
(does it matter?)
(why does it matter?)
Me, nine, a navy blue t-ball shirt
(sponsored by Floyd’s Jewerly, yes, spelled wrong. Probably proofed by the same local editor who let “obkease contact”…
