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I need a shoreline
I have a city beneath
my footsteps, my heart

having you again:
it was the only closure
I ever needed–

an old love is worth
a good poem, a paycheck
and a big fuck you.

This past year, I failed
Gender and Society.
What a compliment:

punctuation is
a bullet and I bite it
so I won’t my tongue