zondag 4 augustus 2024

Busy hands

Two busy hands
On the side walk,
Scraped.
You ask me 
About the taste
Of yours.
I just like their shape.
“While you're 
Down there, you 
Can chalk your fate.”
I already know 
It, babe.
It is other days
Spend on my knees
On the sidewalk
Praying you away.
I still remember 
The way
You looked at me
20 years too late.
I had yet to learn then
How to feel safe.
But today?
Today I'll be OK.


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