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| Roy Clark died the day my uterus caved in.
I'd like to sleep for a century or longer protected by brambles follow bread crumbs home bathed in moonglow let down my hair so that a man maddened by my voice could fuck away my song but the cheap nail polish bottles clustered on my dresser are my only stories I've been hospitalized twice poked and prodded given pills but no diagnosis I've cried in closets drawn aliens on my arms with black ink hidden from the voices in household appliances none of that adds up to much of anything Dolly Parton made her mama proud. |
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