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i don't care about the comments, 

about my hair and my clothes. 

i don't care what they say, 

about my parents, and my home.  

i don't care about my books, 

I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.

Born the year of nothing-

Before the End-Of-All.

Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.

A breath of the wild,

Seaweed smell of Sulfur Seas 

Home, I'm home at last.

It was the month of May 2023 

For 4 hours we drove from Susie to York Beach 

And it was the last time we visited Maine when you were alive. 

hoping she understands

that poem was a little hasty

i don't even know if she knows

how she feels

about me

hoping she understands

why i blush every time her name is mentioned

Your willow eyes stared through me; 

like I was invisible, 

like I was leaving,

like I was gone.

Trees of fire swam skylark under the overpass.