Just Move On by Ashlee Beals

two months
three months
crawling into four –
I am sick of counting days
like so many dull stones.
Little ghost in my head,
you’re the hurt
that just keeps on hurting.
Tonight I am going
to carve you out
with an ice pick
and then maybe
I will stop wondering
how you’re doing
and whether or not
my name still
makes you think
of trees.
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