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Memories of my Brother XVII
If I'd ever been anything more
Than the two-thirds thing I am
Then I'd have traced the spooled spaghetti
Abandonned on ceramic
Back to its source
And I would have questioned the little habits
That you twitched yourself into
Ingraining into your hard-drive
The cat-and-mouse
Kiss-chase game
Of living off rewards
That never kissed you back
And I would have held you back
By the bowed veins that had no choice
But to river across your skin
Because when you drowned in yourself
And your body
We drowned too
And if I'd ever been anything more
Than the two-thirds thing I am
I would not have explained you as
"It's like anorexia, but for happiness"
I would instead have told that
Half-smiling
Quarter-questioning
Eighth-caring
Sixteenth-understanding
Girl on the bus
That the way you'd dipped yourself
In Potassium Chlorate
And were waiting for someone to set you on fire
Was, quite simply,
"Anorexia"
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