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HANGING OUT IN THE NICU WITH ALL MY FRIENDS

Recycling was left off for militarism

Books were glued in mountain cabins

I know you by your blurbs

Sometimes when I’m waiting

I look up people’s shoes online

It’s a way to avoid my feelings

A trance of sadness is like any spring

and I’m tired of being flayed by spring each year

In anger I’m all in

a real person

holding the broom afraid of myself

1 thought on “HANGING OUT IN THE NICU WITH ALL MY FRIENDS

  1. Hi Farrah! I miss you and I love “A trance of sadness is like any spring / and I’m tired of being flayed by spring each year” <3

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