I have unfolded us like origami,
dissected our borders.
The shadowed corners of secrets
I have forced into the light to mourn
like the small bones of birds
I have renamed us where every memory
is not an ache beneath my ribs
and thoughts are not assaults on the dead.
I am the flush of peony,
the shades of healing scars.
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