This very same room.

This very same room I got a phone call
from my father,

"She fell off of a cliff and 
crushed her body on a rock— she’s
not with us.”

I collapsed in that very same
chair holding my head a little
looking at pictures of us

I crawled into bed and didn’t
come out for a very 
very long time

so long that I missed
the funeral

"It’s okay, I buried
her for you.”

In this very same
same room, I lost
a friendship.

In this very same
room I had ghosts
holding my hair
above my head
circulating their
breaths inside
my chest

pushing carbon
in.

In this room
I threw up 
before every
exam 
thinking of all
the exams she
wasn’t going
to be able 
to take.

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