She doesn’t know what happened,
He was here one second
now he’s
Orange, highlighter pink
down his arms, across his chest.
Child,
she yells.
Boy,
she screams.
To understand her proportion
to his relative sadness
she swallowed a potion.
And he decided
while she was guzzling
liquid, that none of it mattered.
How could she compete with indifference?
She wondered what it would take.
She couldn’t handle
this new improved
kind of deception.
He chokes
so she swallows for him too.
She couldn't make it up
and take in his half
at the same time.
She couldn't dance
to things he wouldn't play.
She couldn't
and that was enough.
So she placed the glass
on the granite counter,
and dressed herself.
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