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Poem for Dying Your Hair, Filing for Divorce, or Crossing the Border 
by Saachi Sethii

Eat. I said. 

It was important. 

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Love rolls off the tongue 

like butter off a knife; and I 

am about to leave you. 

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Buoyant little boats: 

I pick out chicken soup 

and rub my heels off with salt. 

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Freshness 

loitering at the edges of the mirror— 

steam and sweat and sweetness all 

mingled into one. 

Remember being young? 

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The very worst of me is fuschia. 

Listening to the birds, choking 

on crackers and clean air. 

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The suds of syllables stick to my teeth— 

we must always take the scenic route. 

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Your arms are my arms: 

nonsense songs and Ayn Rand. 

All these liberations! 

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The Atheists pray for matches in the dark 

and thank your mother’s goodness: 

no one saves us. 

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I picked out chicken soup. 

I wanted my words back— 

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Hold on. The heart says. 

The heart says, 

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Hold on.

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