17

on the night that you broke your eyes open,

cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret

in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were

s e v e n t e e n

letters. and seventeen of them were to

(you?me?you?me?youmeyoumeyoumeyoumeyoumeyoume)

 

 

,

 

 

lifetimes bottled up in the sea glass you found on the sand at 2 years; you wanted your hair to grow long;

past lives like sour cola bottles you chewed up and left

in the corner of the playroom with your nose all

 

blood

from the fights you thought you could win 

at preschool

play-doh and multiplication tables, brainscape modeled by the people you 

(thought you)

trusted.

 

later you would stand on the sidewalk after school with your non-existent airpods  s c r e a m i n g

and dump your Bs into the drain and tuck gum underneath your tongue like a secret 'cause it was,

then

 

one-seven with your hair grown out like you always wanted it to be and and 

and now your car has run out of gas.

mooncakes

VIC

15 years old

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