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By Jessica Malo
Let me dismantle my body out of its ache for you,
my curls have fallen back into their winter nap.
They’ve inflicted pale upon themselves,
it goes well with everything.
These springs just dangle out of shape now,
nowhere to go but down.
My breasts have hid inside my rib cage,
a self- inflicted incarceration,
or maybe a liberation in backwards.
My nipples in a daze,
their flag in a half-mast.
My thighs practice a routine of their own,
they grow wide in the spring of pain,
furnishing its dullness on display.
My feet have denounced their pink innocence,
they rest on sun-heated asphalt now,
pain has grown on them like weed,
Achilles’ wings to ever ever land.
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