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Corn thins


a dry crack

like the cork on the wall

a shy snack

is enough for the night.

they came monthly through the letterbox

“Sarah’s Success Story”

but each month piled on

like the wrappers of an obsession.

the monthly couldn’t come

(i lied in seventh grade)

a bit of an embarrassment

felt like a shame.

just a slice

repeatedly drilled in the mind

fixated yet undesired

wishing to leave it behind.

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