The double jump of a heart
suspended by a string over a
precipice
I threw it out of the house
because I didn’t want to fight
and now it’s hanging over the balcony.
1982 and the Cosette’s were disbanded
wool skirts
Now doing dishes
scrubbing hard to get the cheese off
and wishing she had never left
Tokenish this whole place
and then you get older and realize
everyone’s busy trying to be someone else.
You could have been yourselves risk free
the whole time.
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