Like hail it falls onto me,
this sentence, a need to affirm that I respect myself
even at times when the vase that belongs to the table
finds itself on my back, on my limbs
shedding the water, the dirt made to hold
the flower petals at my feet, where once, you laid
like a little child, stripped out of your clothes
to hold, to embrace, to carry these are all synonyms we make to justify
the warm feeling in our lungs, between our fingers
warmth today licks like blood
then they say it, spit it out like old
newspaper adds, love yourself,
as if one can harm oneself with reason enough
perhaps what they should say is forgive yourself the wrong choices.
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