[personal profile] redcheekdays
I worry that my friends
will misunderstand my silence

as a lack of love, or interest, instead
of a tent city built for my own mind
[personal profile] redcheekdays
I want back that night you
pulled me into your lap, insisted
I stay there. I want the elegant
hinge of your wrist, the way you
were always both body and bird.
The way you were never and always
listening.

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