The sudden feel of shame
Fumbled when said aloud became
‘Same.’
I smell summer sweat accrue under my satin camisole.
Howl at the sun during the day.
Then hum until dusk.
They change and are yelling.
Hurts good and proper.
When did solving a jigsaw puzzle become seen as lethal?
Just bits of cardboard already sawed apart.
Re-assembling.
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