The sky impossibly

dark above us, pin-

pricks of stars like

exit lights as we

walk the field

of fireflies,

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Once I did not eat

I grew a fine coat of hair. loved my bright collarbone

more than I loved any boy—

hip bones, knives, apple seeds, dust,

I left a trail of paper behind me

personal confetti of tallied calories

oh, reader, you’ve heard this story before?

have you heard the sound a body makes as it absorbs itself?

like clocks ticking backwards.(More …)