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Dear P.

by Victoria Chang

Someone will    love you    many will    love
you    many will brother you    some of these
loves will    bother you some    will leave you
one might    haunt   you    hunt you in your
sleep    make you    weep the tearless kind of
weep the    kind of weep    that drowns your
organs   slowly   there are little oars in your body
little boats    grab on to them and row and    row
someone will tell you    no    but you won’t    know
he is    right until you have   already    wrung your
own heart dry    your hands dripping knives    until
you have   already    reached your hands into    his
body and put them through his    heart    love is
the only thing that    is not   an     argument

“Dear P.", from BARBIE CHANG by Victoria Chang. Copyright © 2017 by Victoria Chang. Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press.