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Exchange Last Day of May<br />
Hollie N. Stewart<br />
Wa tch the crumbs fall<br />
from my cracked brain<br />
snapped in two<br />
to a place called<br />
familiar love song,<br />
played in the air of<br />
the Ross Dress-For-Less,<br />
less pleasing than<br />
the ingrown toenail<br />
plucked from my crying foot<br />
by rough, male hands.<br />
I bled two days straight.<br />
"I don't know how you do what you do."<br />
I shuttered when you grew,<br />
as my heart opened walnut-style,<br />
piece next to virgin piece.<br />
With scared, sweaty palms,<br />
I priced you among<br />
various blouses, jeans,<br />
plucking you from the hanger,<br />
calling you mine.<br />
''I'm so in love with you."<br />
I dressed up,<br />
painted my face,<br />
dropped you down my throat<br />
whole.<br />
You hired the interior decorator<br />
to recreate the meat of me<br />
with pink Nair, with short skirts<br />
of red plaid.<br />
"It just keeps getting better. "<br />
You reached extra large,<br />
your tongue chopping my heart<br />
paper-thin.<br />
I continued walking<br />
until you dropped me,<br />
tearing skin, bleeding me<br />
in red, translucent colors.<br />
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