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from the May 2015 issue

Solitary Confinement on the Seventh Floor

One day
I’ll tear off my lips
and eat them
like candy.
One day
I’ll rip out my chest
because I’m not an orphanage
for gathering angels.
One day
I’ll remove the door
and stand in its stead
to stop myself from leaving
for the hole in the world.

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