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Sep 2012
For once, maybe I could feel it
straight down into my thighs
grounding my feet to the stairs with the palm of his pupils
I will skirt around the issue because I've been here before
in front of the door waiting for someone to leave
go home
laugh and play it off like trust wasn't as big
of a deal as it was
but then there it was, living between my heart and a hard place
a rawness subdued and a sourness to be dulcified

oh wait
you were serious?

telling me to slow down in less words than there
are in a look, in two eyes
speaking calms
I've never
before
seen
(c) Brooke Otto
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