When I say I don't want these bones anymore
I mean destroy the lifeboat's remnants
When I say aggravation, worsening, or exacerbation
I mean uneasiness entered through a fish eye
When I say I miss my mother
I mean what a strange door
When I say arm sex
I mean continue sewing
When I say the associates are sick
I mean graffiti strewn throughout the Hamptons
When I say I'm death's daughter
I mean I'm thinking about kissing you
When I say hooks and eyes
I mean eyesores and blinds
When I say grey soaks into white
I mean a raging, pumping, heap
When I say kill me already you black masked freak
I mean if midnight were a color it would be a forest
When I say I'm fine
I mean less honey, more salt
Tess Patalano received her MA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. She has been published in Transfer, Generations and is forthcoming in PANK. She lives in Brooklyn with a male human and a female dog.
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