one hundred heart burns

The mothers count fingers of new babies to catalogue what is missing, but in New Jersey, everyone forgets about what hides.

Later on, they prescribe away the wild to cure what existed in utero.

It is easier to eat out of boxes to bloat away a language.

“Allergies, nine stitches, burnt heart from misread temperatures, airplane, haircut, broken teeth, pierced tongue, that time that time: drugs, a silent no, split ends, abandoned diets, balance beam of stretch marks, not enough time.”

I am not sure where I began, but I know I am still beginning.

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