Hi.It’s me.I emailedand sent a texta few months ago.But you didn’t respond. So, I…
They could not knowI made sure of thatA secret squirreled awayIt wouldn’t do any good to shareSomething so terribleWith no…
Some days I feel so upendedas if someone kicked my legs outand left me to wallow in a puddle
Through the window slit,a hurricane.Over the hand’s wake,a rainbow.Between my legs,your empathy.
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I lift my hand towards the sky, stretching my fingers wide enough to intercept the sun like tree branches. “3, 2, 1,” I whisper under my…