for Benjamin Niespodziany
We moved
away
but kept
the same
tornado.
I felt nothing for three days then something for seven straight.
My pills lost their invisibility. God disappeared.
A toddler with a spraycan
walked
into traffic
to start a church
for toddlers
with spraycans.
A sister said to a sister
you’ll die
if you keep
playing dead.
A delayed mirror
personalized
its first
suicide.
I wrote about being pulled from a bathroom stall by a boy I wanted to be.
I folded my mouth into a hurt that only a toothache’s
mother
could harm.
You loved your father.
Your father loved his.
kingsoftrain 
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