44: There’s A Yellow House

For Forugh Farrokhzad

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There’s a yellow house with yellow wallpaper where

the girls I once was

the girls with empty blue sky eyes and bracelets chewing tunnels through their ankles

wait for the woman they became

to walk up the steps carrying a bag of fresh fruit, seashells that cup the ocean’s song, kept promises.

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