Lori does not know her heart
wishes to be called by a different name.
Her heart is at the point of rebellion.
Lori passes off the irregular beats as stress
since the world is a difficult place.
Her heart begins to distrust her body.
It sees plots and conspiracies
in every grain of sugar and gram of carbohydrates.
They both call for more time in the sun.
A beach with sand squishing between toes
and vitamins produced as ultra white skin browns or reddens.
That brings up the current disagreement: sunscreen.
Lori appreciates that if her heart implements full scale rebellion
large swaths of memory will vanish.
She is pleased at the idea of relearning the world.
Especially simple things like laughter
and the smell of pine bark when she presses her face into it.
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