For Sale

The place underneath my skin,

the secret keeper,

hurts like

pieces of yesterday I told myself

I would sell

for forgiveness

but no one buys paintings of rusty swing sets

in a park they’ve never been too

and you don’t want them back

because your eyes are too full of happy to

hold me anymore.

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