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Latin leaves me like an ex-boyfriend;
'You're crazy,' he says. 'Don't come back—we're quits, you and I.'
(we were never going to work out)
Badly-conjugated words flop to the ground behind me,
Awkward animals stolen from another time and place.
(good-bye, old friends. you have always been there for me.)
I'm sorry, everyone. You can't come with me.
I cast aside the stick in my hand, and finally
finally
finally
all that is left is magic.