It's not roses.
Happiness has many names
that the body can recognize.
Forgiveness too,
but forgiveness
no longer has a place
here.
I have a temper
but I keep my hands busy
so they don't go
the wrong way.
After a while,
a person gets tired
of things going
the wrong way.
They say that instinct
as an explanation for human behavior
has become less common,
but I knew about her
before you did, so
there's that.
I cut my hair again.
My father has come back.
On Tuesday, I vomited
for the first time in over a year.
I am not supposed to tell you
about these things, and
I can't quite decide
if there's fairness in that.
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