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I don’t miss

 

the labels I was assigned in highschool

smart – perfect – untouchable

and the result –

separate

 

that guy I definitely shouldn’t have

“not dated” in college

 

those early attempts at birth control

that made abstinence more alluring than sex

 

 

I miss

 

the years before I knew you

what you would take from me

and how long it would take

to recover

 

the garden I tended

more carefully than my own heart

because it was growing

 

 

each spring now I plant more seeds

in soil more fertile

than the year before

 

at least you’ve given me

plenty of compost