i asked my sister
      to come back for just one minute

Stick Girl
Stick Girl
They want you to disappear
to be
invisible
erase your breasts, hips, thighs
your things bother them
They want you to throw up, not blow up
have a half a stick of celery for lunch
a stick of gum for dinner
stick your fingers down your red throat
Stick Girl
let them see your Halloween bones
your hallowed belly but hide your thoughts
Think diet
not poet artist peacemaker leader
woman on the moon
Stick Girl
we're all suddenly gray ghosts

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