Shoulders: I want to wear
 tank
 tops
 t-shirts
 short sleeves
 (without a jacket)
 and if you see my scars
 and think anything at all
 let it be
 here is a woman so strong
 she felt a skyscraper weight
 crashonto her shoulders
 and pulled herself from the wreckage
 I want to talk about
 sunbeams through fractures
 wildflowers in pavement cracks
 being stronger in the broken places
 and when I see my scars
 let me think
 here are lines so evenly spaced
 perhaps they were made for holding poetry
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