Two Hundred and Three.


Izzy circle


every house on Davison street has a sea cow in their bathtub
it’s no longer an option or a bonus
it’s become necessity
they wipe the sweat off your brow when you come home from work
they sing the kids to sleep
they hold you when you weep


Sarah circle


These suitcases under my eyes are full of bruisey dark blood
I can feel them drooping a little deeper every day
and I’m sure that with the simple administration of a tiny razor slice
I’d finally be ready to travel light – wallet, toothbrush, a condom in case
I can’t shave my legs without my hands starting to twitch



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