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questions protruded
and left themselves gaping and exposed
like me,
freckles ripped from the limbs
that held too tightly
onto
the sway of branches, the whisper
of wind through hair
and I spoke
with laughter, as if masking
the idea
that something more could hurt
than the ideas of self that float through
my mind
how am I enough
fighting with myself, weighing
the pros and cons of who I am, what
I am
body curved from flesh
a subtle bruise below my left breast
and I wonder if I’ve broken
my own heart
twisting between bleached covers
the pillow breathes life
as the stars
slip between slatted blinds
metered doses of hope resuscitating
who I will always
be