| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Co-Existence When she walks in the room I'm aware of myself like a caged animal displayed at the zoo. Smoking my cigarette becomes the most intentional act possible, and I tune you out of my frequency. When she tells you she loves you I start to think about flying across an unbridgeable river and crawling into twelve wool sweaters to absorb the tears in case they fall. When she speaks I think the words echo, and I memorize how it sounds so when you tell me another story about her, I can hear it. It's in the moment in the middle of those words, when I feel like a thief who might turn herself in, as if I have no right to keep you if you belong elsewhere. And therein lies the challenge of co-existence; how to let you stay, thank time for her patience, and let go of my grasp on fear. |
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