Apollo

My boy therapist took me down .
He is Apollo for my outgrowing.

My limbs outgrow my existence,
Due to Apollo who grows them.

The limbs flow from static gown,
A benchmark for my outgrowing.

Apollo shall be the benchmark
For the death I wear on breasts.

(Some references to Anne Sexton’s poem Sylvia’s death)

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