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Red Paint

/rebecca valley


I am spread


two waves not

for me, you’re

making breakfast

so slowly

we wanted more but

someone called

the police

They were worried

Where have you been

all these years

my god


The streets are

no longer empty

of other people


It is harder to forget

someone else was once in

your place

I find it soothing

to press my thumb into

the jaw’s hinge

loose knob

tighten my


I am only


this body

It doesn’t


to me


I wanted

a pancake

and you are obliging

to women you hope

to snare in love

I still don’t know

what it meant

your hair in my mouth

I think it meant something

my foot

your hands

It meant

I was someone

you’d choose

Rebecca Valley‘s work has been published in Rattle, Black Warrior Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, on, and in other journals. Rebecca received an MFA in Creative Writing from UMass Amherst, along with the 2019 Academy of American Poets Award. Rebecca currently lives in Western Massachusetts. You can find more at


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