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The Empath's Hat is All the Rage

I paint my nails to keep from biting, a muted color to blend in with existing flesh.

Somewhere there's a memory of remaining seated next to a stranger who shit on himself.

Shhh, my sister said as we walked by him, masturbating on his bike. 

In dreams I felt her anguish hold my body hard into pillows. 

There's more on the stove if you are hungry. 

 

 

tags: poem
Wednesday 05.31.17
Posted by felicity fenton
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