"she's dizzy again." they whisper through clenched teeth,
and i hear them, i've always heard them, i just keep pretending
not to notice the darting glances, their blinking concern
one time, i tried, explaining through intervals of scratching,
of coughing up blood and hugging my ribs, i told them,
"he and i are now a desensititized mass of beginnings and
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