Women who ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies. We ashes. We fall down. We call. We shoot the shit. We gab, we idle.
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"Mama won’t let me watch One Tree Hill / anymore. Ever since that one night / we saw Peyton and Brooke tied up / in the basement of Peyton’s childhood / home and they were screaming
/ through a cloth gag tied to the back..."
"you taught me how to say mozzarella / like the way your mother did and the way I too / was supposed to teach our children / i still can’t / say your name / my therapist says it would do me good / write you down..."