Sure This Is the Last Time

last night I dreamed about your fingers on my flesh
my body too small to take your words anymore,
I am not your handpuppet, mister—last night I

screamed myself awake to more putrid memories
of you, the linoleum criss-cross pattern of
the laundryroom floor, some day I’ll tell them all, I

am not as stupid as you think

– Holly Day

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