uncertainty weighs down lungs
like smoke from the man outside the bar
finding space to hide in the bottom of your ribcage
tenderness is touching your hand to the stove
softness sits on the top shelf you cannot reach
occhiolism means little
when you are working inside

i was only taught to hold you
and when i am unable
i am at a loss
never taught to hold myself


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anxious 20-something in new england busy finding meaning in other peoples houses critics welcome

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