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When You Want to be Glad You Failed

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by Megan Wildhood

ink-black anvil
less chiseled
       organized
       integrated
       
they were like me
       the trees
so tall they rained from the sky
           rained             sky 
           rained             sky
nothing cools
          adheres
          partitions
          renditions
          beings well
nothing
nothing
nothing

tingles of resistance 
               no more
what was the stop
      in that groundless freefall
      in reachoutless
      comfortless prison
      
                    I did, did ask before
       I did, did, did remind
              remind
        remind 
                     of my existence
until I 
       wished
                     wished
        wish
              ed
              it
had       never       been
and because and I thought everyone did, too

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