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you sipped 
coffee 
from a blue mug 

the one with the chip 
that i refused to drink out of 
afraid to cut my lip 

we unpacked 
308 boxes 

sometimes I get so sad 
my brain turns to squash 

when I think about 
how small my room gets 
when I fall asleep 

how the sun was only out
for 3 hours this week 

Some days I get tired of being the sun and instead want to burst into a million pieces and throw paint around my room but instead I paint my toes an inoffensive purple and eat unripe oranges to calm the rebellion inside of me. 
 

I wrote your name 
on the left wall 
in the back of my closet 

In my notebook 
with all the pages torn out 
I wrote: 

I miss you 
54 times 

and 

There's a place between 
the kitchen floor and 
Sunday morning 

where green thumbs 
dig themselves under roots of 
dandelions that bury too deep 
suffocating the rhubarb

you found the edge of the tape 
as I sat on the floor 
surrounded by cardboard boxes 

labeled 
"kitchen" and 
"dining room" and 
"peanut butter" for some reason 

we made piles