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Red Wagon

i took the red wagon to the shed
i filled my mud boots with water
sloshed in ocean shoes
i grew up
a garden
with carrots
the size of my father’s calf
power plant down the street
but i ate nuclear them anyway
i covered myself with makeup
i played dress up
i was a woman
i was only a child
the men loved my mouth
i loved their arms
they left me
i painted my skin
wrote down quotes
shared beds
learned to read ‘it’s over’
learned to sew muscle fiber
rinsed and repeated
touched myself in cars
made friends with bartenders
drinks on me
dressed in black for death of my self respect
spread thin
took up loving
got used to losing
wrote letters to the underdog
he told me he was rooting for me too
made a wicker statue of my best day
someone lit it
i smoked my last cigarette
i broke the skin
i took the test
negative
i wish i knew more
so that i could hate you
etta james

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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