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- Disregard for personal autonomy
- Drug use
- Mental health issues
My memories are hollowed out
a cloth kept in a moth-filled closet
disintegrating at the barest brush of light:
the pulsating pupae breaking out.
At five I discovered
a swimming pool for drowning on the weekends.
Women’s murders unsolved on television channels.
Bathroom lights dancing to the beat of the ground,
tequila, salt, lime on endless loop.
Turning a losing twenty-one
the impersonal email announcing my grandmother’s passing
no invitation to a funeral, that or any others.
Alienation: separation, ache,
a badly set bone that stings with the changing weather.