Bad News is Bad News

(bad news is bad news)
uniforms, green shadows
overwhelming her
collapsing body,

Like her strings were cut
their words, the scissors—
she’s sobs into a gardening shirt

it’s dirt stains bleed where
her tears hit the fabric

damn— I’ve never seen her
cry like that.

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