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I do not like you poets breathing into my sorry head like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times folding up my lungs to place them neatly into a wastebasket how can you make me stop hurting & then just leave me a limp lettuce leaf on the backside of some dirty napkin verse I am not the jealous type but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been send her drunk texts all night because I'm too tired of filling up my skull with cicada skins instead of led while you make it all too easy to sleep through a heartattack or two my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends tell me when you were being taught the siren's son

Tiny little body Quiet little heartbeats. See this little pea? That's how big you are right now. But Mommy doesn't know that yet. Little fingers start to grow out of tiny little hands. See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now. But Mommy doesn't know that yet. Your tiny legs start to grow out of your sweet little body. See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now. But Mommy doesn't know that yet. But, surprise! "I'm pregnant." Suddenly, tragedy. Weak little heartbeat. Weak little baby. See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now. But you don't know that yet. Gone little he