Who
was I?
I
remember wanting clothes to fit
Not
just fit me
Like
my cousin’s uncomfortable hand-me-downs
But
be made for me
Like
a fine-tailored suit
But
I wouldn’t want a suit
Because
that meant
A
piano recital
Or
a funeral
I
remember things itchy and uncomfortable
Like
the fifth grade
Where
I could never enjoy the morning
Ever
again
And
where there were no windows.
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