I did not have a cigarette for breakfast. I did not talk to the rabbit hole. I did not tell anyone I loved them for the hell of it. I did not flirt with the butterknife. I did not take shame and guilt and self-inflicted pain like a multivitamin. I did not try to hollow myself out, today. I did not get jealous of the sky for being empty. I did not resent my mouth for being full. I did not read the pill bottle label like a newspaper. I did not dream of bruises blooming from my thighs like forget-me-not's. I did not feel the need to prove I have suffered. I did not live in the minds of the women I used to be. I did not kiss silence, today. I am proud of this, but some mornings, I worry:
Did I leave my opinion in her mouth?
by Blythe Baird
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