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the poem I wrote on a napkin

when I was crying in the diner

because a boy broke my heart-

it went something like this:


it's okay to let things break

no matter if your bloody heart

feels burned at the stake

I can't beg

all the time

for one small crumb of attention,

of love, affection

I will be on my knees

but not for you, no matter how long it will take

I want to teach myself

to pray for a knife so I can cut

through to the center

and let the crumbs stick to my tongue

of my own damn cake



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