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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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