some new things began to make me feel sick like:
the word boyfriend or stories from the past
but also
sentences written in swedish and gaining four more vowels.
the word klimatförändring made me feel nauseous,
that picture of ice in Greenland covered in blue water,
the thought of all of it coming and washing us away
while I was too busy obsessing over the sweeping sensation of jealousy in my chest to register the sea water seeping up around my shoes.
do I not watch the news? do I not listen to you?
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