8am
mini donuts
green grapes
bad bed hair
coffee
i hate school
flashing in my head
mineral
on repeat
and i'm standing here
listening
to the sound of your hand washing
back and forth across my
filthy heart
and i don't know if i should say
"i'm sorry" or "thank you"
i try to speak but the tears choke the
words
and i think i finally know what they mean
when they talk about joy.
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