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This installment features Bonus Cut’s own Abby Conklin.
Grow (pt 1)
By: Abby Conklin
I miss the thing I thought normalcy
was, before I grew up and started
blowing money on booze.
On board games. On getting
laid, and in fact failing to even GET laid.
Men do not look
at me and think “damn.”
I would like to take her home.
I wonder if she used to pull
the crusts off sandwiches.
I would like to know how her skin smells
after she falls asleep.
I would like to know the sound of her breathing
on one hundred degree days. The way she opens
doors with sticky jambs, or answers
the phone when a telemarketer calls.
“Why does she drink without
the straw,” I want to be wondered
about. “Why is she letting it poke
her cheek every time she goes
to sip off the rim that I wish