Yard Sale of Thoughts

Hey, don’t leave me now, babe.

I can get softer faster.

The light passes through me, but doesn’t cover my seven flaws.

The overheads make me look older.

I’ve become a fixture in my quest for gauze-colored shoulders.

I’m not tough like you, like plaster.

I’m easy to work with—pliable, ornamental, and a few peels away from alabaster.

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Cover Art: “Mirror, No Exit” by Hana Choi