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Much Ado About Anger 
by Sarah O'Brien


I sing a song that screams

your name in its quiet symbolism.

I eat what I shouldn’t eat.

Distressed, I smoke a bowl.

I want healthier coping mechanisms.

I want your hand in mine.

My skin breaks out in hives.

I seclude myself in a bedroom

during the family party.

All you need to know

is that I have plans.

They aren’t set in stone,

but I whisper them

nightly to my favorite gods. 

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