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2 poems by Holly Day

1/27/2014

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The Second Time

I can feel the ghost kittens against my flesh
lies that deny me peace. 

under my shirt I still dream 
those tiny, pointed teeth I 
know those kittens are still hungry.

my whole life has led to this point, dead 
kittens under my skin, they never would have made it
and it’s all for the best, I know. 
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I wanted the kids at school to like me
so I stole candy bars
to pass out during recess and of course
they knew I stole the candy

so I told them Cheryl Tiegs 
was my aunt
and I stole bubblegum cards
no one believed the Cheryl Tiegs lie
but they ate my candy anyway.
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