in your glass case

wearing gifts from someone who doesn't love me
being the gift wrapped up in gifts
and left on the doorstep
hopeful until the sun sets
hopeful until the sun rises
and hopeful even as I bake in the sun
hopeful

and

dying to be opened

oh pretty please just look at me

look at how beautiful I am

even though I am so sad

even though you can't touch me

I can be the glittering seashell in your pocket

take me home and put me in your glass case

I promise I won't breathe

but the glass case has your wistful, unforgotten fingerprints in the dust

I stare at them from the inside

trace them over and over

my side is clean and dusted and tidy

so I leave no trace

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Kathleen

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This is my favorite. And I know that’s selfish. And maybe even insensitive to say. But I feel connected to it. And have been there more times than I can count. Ugh. I feel this. Ugh.

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Also do you read Anne sexton. “As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.” Anyway I love this.

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