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If I lived in a submarine, I bet I would eat a lot of ice cream. My grandmother lived in a submarine, oh, maybe 49 years ago from yesterday, and I bet she met a lot of mermaids. You can tell by her teeth, how many mermaids she’s met. Do they have sirens under the sea? The screaming kind. She doesn’t know. It would taste cold, probably. The ice cream, I mean. If I wasn’t born more than once, I would’ve treated my mother better. When you love someone enough to drown in a car seat, you end up drowning in a car seat. Which is to say: the regret of winter is that mermaids can’t swim in ice sheets. It taste

no matter how many layers of paint i smear over the hole i guess i'll never cover the tear; not matter how much i beg and plead i was the girl that you loved, now i am the man that you fear- oh he said to pray that this was just a dream, but it's the cut that never heals and i'm picking and i'm digging and punching myself until new bruises form over old scars and i'm painting circles and i'm smearing stars across canvases over and over because i'm stuck in this r u t.