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Birthday Present
I got a cheque today for a hundred dollars Canadian
All the way to the bank I fought the urge to tear it to pieces
I am eighteen years old
Five years younger than you where
Human skin takes a month to shed and regrow
And it’s been a year since I’ve held you
The hands that wrote this cheque are not the hands id traced a hundred times
And the lips that spoke aloud the words as you wrote them-
you always mumbled, pushing your pen to the rhythm of words
- are not the lips I’ve kissed
They forget me the way they forget cigarette butts and the rims of drive through coffee cups
You sent me a cheque today
A goodbye letter acknowledging that you don’t need me anymore
But you know as well as I do that I still need you
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