and I hear it with my entire face
feel it between my teeth
you love me
that's what you said and I believe
the language new to my tongue accepts
wants to be accepted I hang on your word
like laundry on a line clip rooted
swaying in the spring breeze
until I realize that what you
are not saying is what I should be
listening to, how I am not a part
of the parts that mean more than
fleeting, more than maybe one day
the fool in me recognizes the misstep
remembers doing this before
remembers how much it hurt
everywhere
all the time
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