Savanna D’Amato, 2016

You

don’t have the capacity to understand everything i am

and

i

small.

tiny.

m i n u s c u l e

wet

drenched

i wrinkle

in the palm of your hand

with

nerves shaking my being below bones

buried a long time ago i thought

s o m e w h e r e

in the backyard of my mind

but.

you dig them up

one.

at.

a.

time.

i

cannot hide

i

don’t have that thing called patience

to tell you

everything i am

but

i

am going to try

because i know

there’s no other soul alive

dancing across that stage — this life —

worth doing it with

m o v i n g

how you do

i w a n t t o m o v e y o u

want to move w i t h y o u

have you listen

even when you don’t agree

have you come back

even when you need room to breathe

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