Yesterday

If I looked at yesterday, it would have your face in it

A reflection in today’s mirror which shines so brightly

You could almost be here with

Your hand raised, clenching a belt;

I shook so hard that I had to have

an extra-large plate of food

I didn’t eat, because I was a good girl

And good girls don’t want

and they don’t feel

 A goddamn thing.

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