Why does everything
today
have to tell me
about you?
and your Birthday?
Last night I dreamed
of hidden drugs
and glass-blown pipes.
Of suspicious teachers
hiding bashful crushes
and unexpected rape attacks
crawling my body
on the hands of a friend.
Again and again.
As the movie lights dazzled
all strung from the ceiling
and plants overgrown
on the walls of my closet.
Cover a girl's dirty laundry.
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