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january

when my brother and i sit resolutely

with our arms crossed and lips pouted

my mom rolls her eyes and sighs

“january children“

because when we plant our roots we are immovable. eternal,

in good and in bad.

so when i say i am a bad person,

i mean it because

no matter how hard i try

to pull the roots up

they anchor me in the cold hard ground of january

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