me from past selves I admonish?
A blacklist of dumb girls I update each year,
Determined to start afresh for the twenty-third, fourth
To not get drunk and say things
That yank back like a bicycle chain.
To not start projects with zeal
And abandon them rashly,
Plagued by the quiet pulse
Of a call I hung up.
I tend to do it all again- and then some.
But this year I feel tenderly unattached
To the chains of thought and sense,
The body reshaped by triumph and pain
That walk in the world as Isabella
Even the versions that let wrong clothes wear her,
And unravelled with little encouragement
It won’t do to drift again, ceaselessly insecure
In the hum of insects I conjure to
warn me of myself
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