Another old dress
one of your old friends
like smoking and dyeing your hair black
Thought you wouldn't go back
Fossils are dead
They can't adapt
I know we are not the best
with numbers, lovers, heart attacks
Where is the muscle you are known in my heart for?
I want the gristle and bite back.
Stop waiting, stop giving
stop holing up and shrinking into
The bed where you made me, A.D.
It hurts not to recognize you.
So hate me, I'm not kidding
It wouldn't be a good laugh anyhow
so hate me, I'm not angry
I'll be outside picking flowers when you're done.
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