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Amanda, now Manda
believes she’s nothing more
than pointless misery

who took the sorry shape
of woman turned mistake.
Her head is bowed to hide

the beauty of a face
that faced a thousand lies,
deceit implied. She walks

receiving curious looks
in women’s restrooms, eyes
are squinted, scoffs deride.

II.

Her eyes are blank.
She weeps again,
her mind ashamed.

III.

One day the world had turned
on her, as quickly as
her bones had snapped. The glow

of stars she hardly missed,
for all that crossed her mind
was losing sleep: escape,

demise. Her heart protests:
let’s give the world a taste
of fighting, shouted her

aortic pump. If x
is equal to enough,
where does the problem lie?

IV.

Her fists are clenched.
She cries in pride,
her heart aflame.

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