when the
snow poured from the sky
more intimately
than I could
stand
he told me
that he loved peanut butter
I
blushed. I couldn't tell him
the
truth.
I needed him
to be more honest.
I needed
him.
I
straightened up. My room
was spotless. My hair
was
flattened. My teeth: sparkling.
I got all all I wanted.
Rigor mortis and
fucking A’s across the board.
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