Truth 83 The Family Dollar across the way sells polyester socks and off brand soda A chandelier inside a cafe reminds me of when I thought magic was real as a child Films about falling in love are just like porn I look both ways before I cross the street now I look both ways before I cross the street now Sounds across enemy lines from the wounds of old lovers reminds me of the time I skinned my knees and bruised my hip I flew into the air with such velocity I almost believed in physics There is a god stuck between my teeth There is a god stuck between my teeth Escitalopram is a tiny white tablet that dances down my throat A man in Irving Square Park shuffles from bench to bench, moving in and out of the sunlight His face is a kaleidoscope of history of which I know nothing I am learning how to say my name with conviction I am learning how to say my name with conviction Sometimes I wonder if there are spots on my face that no one has touched Velvet and corduroy materials make my little brother anxious When we were younger, I had a purple velvet pillow and he placed his hand atop it, shrieking
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