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i was nine  when i had my first migraine  but i sometimes feel its pain above my left eyebrow when i squint  and it hurts like my father’s rage and my mother’s grief.  the orbits in my eyes cradle a child  who once evaluated what she’d need if she ran away,  her first thought was…

i dream of the city: big flashing lights, skyscraping wonders.  the stars not lit here, nothing to guide me home.  do you get lost often? when your feet hit the concrete, where do you run? where do you go? i wonder about the places that have hurt you. that have made you.  where your hair…