the theft of me in Poetry
- Aug. 11, 2023, 3:11 p.m.
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The moment isn’t lonely; it’s necessary.
A suspension of the comings and goings of routine.
Sitting quietly in the intermission. At last.
Giving in to the pull of gravity, I ground myself.
Against their commitment to the theft of me.
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Deleted user ⋅ August 11, 2023
Hear, hear!