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Wednesday, September 5

Night before First Day of School

As I lie in bed,

thinking of this new school year,

I feel myself

stretching my skin apart.

Even with my Amazon frame,

I feel too small for all that’s inside me.

I want to break myself open

like an egg smacked hard against an edge.

Teachers always say

that each school year is a new start:

but even before this day

I think I’ve been beginning.