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August 5, 2022


Adrienne Marie Barrios

Trails of foil—crumpled squares, balls—

Tucked under layers of refuse, of paper towel

In tissues within tissues

From one treat, two, six, ten

Gooey fingers quickly rinsed, my mouth

Thick with evidence


My teeth rotting, sharp holes

Catch my tongue, blood dribbles into the

Lack of sugar, until

More foil finds my fingers, my stomach

Wrenching at the thought of

More, at the thought of

Less, at the thought of

You, finding

Trails of foil