i keep versions of me in a locket
tuck it close to my beating heart
from the 15 who wished to fit in
to the 30 who can’t tell pleasure from pain
at night, these selves kiss each other’s wounds
lay their pains on sun-dried poems
gather ’round the tear-stained pillow
as they hope for a better tomorrow
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