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the pieces she lost and found

i was the cartwheel kid

happy birthday ballerina

it was eight that year

i wore barrettes

i remember that much

my hair was long and heavy

and i read

but i could never

get to the

get to the

get to the

next line of text

the barrettes pulled

my hair pulled

oh how it hurt

it drove me crazy

but i turned a cartwheel

before bed that night

woke up

my brain exploding

crying

what is this?

doctor’s offices …

there is a strange disconnect

in my mind between

her before and

me

the same, i know

yet not

if a tiny vein

had not burst

i would not

be the girl

the woman

the human being

i am as i sit here

writing this

for you

who would she

have become?

that’s the part

i lost

she’s no longer

my story —

me

but not

myself

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