2 summers, 10 years apart

Day 5 of 31 days of poetry

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Summertime, age 19, 1 am

frantic fingers typing stories
too hot in too small bedroom in too small apartment
I would separate myself from this skin if I could
I bet on you loving me and lost
make sense of this through stories —
re-write what didn’t happen
I do not like me when you do not like me
(maybe, I just don’t like me)