Confessions Tape #4 by Keana Águila Labra

I’m never doing spoken word again

You comment on the darkness / or light and lack thereof / and I can feel her grip / on me, sinking / I’ve explained this / occurrence / on more than one occasion / but we dismiss it as / stress / anxiety / you are earnest / but my hands grow calloused / with time / and temperament / can’t you tell / oscillating between stuck / and safe.

 

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