wise words
sun-stiffened
like the fur
on the deer
by the road
wet cheeks
every night
hating to face
the window
hating
to be horizontal
a rock, an asteroid
by the small
of her back
a push, a burn where
she cannot reach
wise words
the morsel lodged
in her windpipe
wise words
a quill stuck
in a head wound
wise words carved
cursive incision
deciding
with long syllables
self-pity, finality
a selfish desire for life
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