Craze
An indian summer
The heat rails against
The spirit that I have salvaged.
I cannot feel what
The others want me to feel.
Pumping hips,
Vigorous needings…
Allowing myself to feel
Exposed to the world.
Feeling what I haven’t allowed myself to…
No matter, I put on my armor again…
I cannot allow another chink to leave me
Open.
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