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Documents destined for the shredder.

I leave flat the ones to be scanned into patient charts.

I consider how long stickers have rested on the glass

Protecting me from potential

Disease and violence

Of the people.

The first time I came here I was late, I was scolded

I was bleeding

I barely even cared

Fuck, look:

When I start to bleed

I have to eat

I fold in half

Aisha Sasha John

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