Wednesday, February 28, 2024

 you always ke(e)p(t) me suspended

dancing in honey

turning like a bug

and I wanted to


to twirl for you

we were young and we were foolish

and we loved each other and how could we not


I was always under your thumb

even as I wriggled out

even the strong woman I've become

can be tended by the memory of your hands


things we remember that no one understands.

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