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I begged you to reverse course, / swore I could fix the breach

a) A failure to arrive b) To mishandle, as of justice: a mistake or blunder c) To go astray

I begged you to reverse course, swore I could fix the breach, promised safety even as the fault of my body spilled open across the tiles. On hands and knees, vomit surged through me, spontaneous, unbidden. I sought solace from the cat who closed her eyes to sleep.

At the hospital, blood gushed over the nylon seat of the intake chair as they punched in each digit of my health card number. Burns ran down the slope of the bathroom floor as your father wrung my pants beneath the tap until his hands were stained.

I bled for thirty-one days, cervix gaping in the heat of an El Nino summer, forbidden to swim,........

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