The Stings Our Hearts Get

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The Stings Our Hearts Get

You might have been
my first,

leaving me humiliated,
wondering what I’d done wrong,
how I could’ve been better
for you.

I realized later,
when I heard she ate sticks of butter
and cut herself for attention,

that sometimes
the stings our hearts get,
as children in love,
are like vaccinations,
for later relationships,

to keep us from getting infected
by idiocy.

What I learned from you
was that…

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The Stings Our Hearts Get

He Realized Who He Was

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He Realized Who He Was

Like always, the world was darkness, and then blinding light.

Sound came first, like thunder.

“No!”

It was his own voice, but he hadn’t opened his mouth. His teeth were clenched, and he could feel his body running.

“GUN!”

That sounded like Hayes, one of the students in his war games sessions.

“Drop it!”

That was a teacher, but he couldn’t remember which one.

Too much, too fast.

He opened his…

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He Realized Who He Was