i am not water
i poured myself into you
and sometimes i still dream of you pouring me back out.
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you are a flower and i am water,
dripping out beneath the pot.
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your dad died this summer
and we were both at the funeral but not really.
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mom saw you at walmart.
she said you looked skinny.
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i was always the skinny one.
my bones worry about your bones.
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we don’t speak, though.
i don’t speak.
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sometimes i dream that you are wilting
and i wake up
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and i am not water.
