Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your throwing away all of my love letters from my ex-husbandsignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a WWI bi-planevessel of birth certificatecritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of 4small ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in Bronson Parkneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of wet copssuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where snakesfear is what shamelowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to polar ice caps meltingenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare your momsomething to the kind of utter confusionlowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a queefingterrible noise like when you realize for the first time that helium balloons pop/the kind of elation when helium balloons do that thing to your voice/both of them together happens on your better nights entrusted to analog recordings and basement boxes like the bag of penisesselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the couragemortal lack the skysky or body is already dying.

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