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	i quit my job today i have a small crescent scar on the tip of my chin where the moon high fived me as i jumped from the plane into the wide dark sky cold with unbreathed air we danced. the moon and i. her double pronged horns sharp in my hands. and for a moment i owned the swirl of my dress, my curved smile. for a moment i was free confident the next layer of clouds will catch me, that i won't fall through to dirt-touching-you-poverty worn like a great gray overcoat of coastal fog so tell houston i'm headed in

i quit my job today