June Gray Poems

she says,
oh, but my tummy,
oh, but my thighs,
oh, but my size
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when i look at my life
i see a glow
that's you;
you make me feel alive
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limbs creaking down
back thudding on the frame
head folding in
hand clapped on my mouth
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here's another for you, i suppose
i want to give you all the words
all the words in my soul
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you aren't a person;
you aren't real;
no, you are a poem-
but I wish to know you
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so pretty.

so kind.
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Such disgust and anger and fear
God, I don't even know why.
When you wake up in the morning
I resent you.
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