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i was hurt i wasn’t i saw it
on the internet licked yogurt
from a spoon while the girls
described their blood hot seizing
the cotton of a sheet i am speaking
from the cut place from my other
mouths do not believe me for i
was never cut or i was hurt but
never sewn or i wasn’t i want
-ed it i didn’t i screamed i didn’t
i bit down i bled i didn’t i click
through pictures of the girls moonfaced
thick-cheeked still fastened to the
roundness of childhood consider
the softness of my jaw my face without
angles without edges i covered
i cowered i didn’t i cried i came to
i click & learn their names incant them
i learn the names of the stones the theory
it wasn’t me i think of all the ways
we match it could have been it
couldn’t consider the cut place thick
liquid of citizenship spilling from
my many mouths uncut my many
uncut mouths
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after Tarfia Faizullah
i was hurt i wasn’t i saw it
on the internet licked yogurt
from a spoon while the girls
described their blood hot seizing
the cotton of a sheet i am speaking
from the cut place from my other
mouths do not believe me for i
was never cut or i was hurt but
never sewn or i wasn’t i want
-ed it i didn’t i screamed i didn’t
i bit down i bled i didn’t i click
through pictures of the girls moonfaced
thick-cheeked still fastened to the
roundness of childhood consider
the softness of my jaw my face without
angles without edges i covered
i cowered i didn’t i cried i came to
i click & learn their names incant them
i learn the names of the stones the theory
it wasn’t me i think of all the ways
we match it could have been it
couldn’t consider the cut place thick
liquid of citizenship spilling from
my many mouths uncut my many
uncut mouths