little girl gone

you search for a word for this kind of thing–

boat lost at sea

balloon gone untethered

the appropriation of breakup


we used to sing as lullabies

now ectoplasmic

only you are the ghost in your own




rolls this monster

wave over you

grief-stricken mama

trapped inside this Chinese box

feel the wounds born into

each wrist

howl, howl, howl

hours before dark

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