you'll be sore tomorrow.
growth is sharp.
there are so many levels
and they always feel huge
and they always hurt well.
i miss my broken bones the most
they were beautiful and slow
and they grew out of respect.
and they grew out of respect.
i remember
how to build my body
i taught myself
and i've organized my memories in physiological order
how to build my body
how huge i felt
how well i hurt.
every deep itch, every raw tingle and hot achehow well i hurt.
i taught myself
and i've organized my memories in physiological order
so i can draw the clearest picture
of every threat i've ever known.
i know exactly how to heal
i am so fucking good at it
of course i miss it.
of course i miss it.
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