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Sweetheart
When my sweetheart blinks she sees
Nothing at all, between her eyelids and her brain
But when she opens her eyes she sees so much more
Than just another woman
Than what I could ever be
Or maybe
(and I hope this is the case)
She just sees me.
5th Grade
In fifth grade I became a woman
On the day of my graduation
With blood between my legs
And sally’s chapstick taste on my lips
Even though she didn’t talk to me over summer
In fifth grade I wore boy shirts and shorts
And the creeper shirt that was my favorite
Even though Mark took one look at my chest in it and said
“Nice eyes”
And I knew he meant “Nice tits”
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