to the girl who kept her diary like religion —
you were always too large for your 16 year old skin
psychically bound to emotions that would burst
at the seams of your newly sewn arms
hands too small to hold up your head
too uncomely to hold other hands.
they would never understand that imperfect is a sensation you can feel
inching within your skin
(it’s contagious, you swore)
how often you wondered if
virgo moon earthly bound stomach aching tendencies would ever dissipate or
if there was something intrinsic about the nature of your worry
when your skin turns over at age 17
it’ll have all seemed so small
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