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Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped
in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.
Look out! Fore! I hate you.
The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under my third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases
hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.
My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning”: hate.
You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head
under your arm? Hate.
The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. My wit
practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning
to night hate you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠉⠛⠦⠐⠦⣀⠀⠀⠈⠦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⡤⢄⣀⣀⠀⠈⠑⠒⣾⣔⣴⠢⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⢠⣶⠀⣷⡦⠤⢄⠈⠻⡄⣀⣺
⠀⣠⠤⢤⡀⣿⠀⠠⡄⠀⠀⠀⢀⡄⠈⣷⠃⠈⠁
⡜⢹⠴⢾⠘⣿⡄⠀⠉⠒⠤⠒⠉⠀⢀⡟
⣏⢹⠀⢘⡶⢻⠼⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⢿⣒⠋⠓⡄
⠈⠁⢰⠳⣩⠛⢢⡀⠀⡖⢲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠪⣗⣤⠃
⠀⠀⠘⢎⡕⢃⣰⠃⠀⣉⣉⠀⠀⣴⠋⠉⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⢘⡆⠘⠤⠜⠀⠀⢿
⠀⠀⠀⣠⠾⠤⠉⠀⣀⣄⡀⠀⣀⣈⢧
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠉⠻⠵⡽⠁⠀⠘⣕⡛⡖⠚⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⠦⠜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠳⣌⣤⠤⠋
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