i have so many tweets written down and lost in old notebooks,
drawings I adored and wanted to rip out, but kept inside for
the integrity of the spine, poems about my brother and poems
about the professor who just gave me a b-. stories of the way
i tripped down the stairs and how i like the way my new sweater
sits on me. drawings of my body and face, in a way i can never
quite return to, where i should have stopped trying to learn,
to quit while i was ahead. ive lost hundreds of notebooks with
receipts and bookmarks, important dates that have come and
gone, facts to remember, the best notebooks to buy next.
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