Tag: poems
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A Sorry Habit
I say sorry for the weather, sorry for my shoes, sorry for the way silence sits heavy between us.My mouth is a coin purse and the word jingles out whenever the room tilts a degree I don’t like.I apologise like a habit. I apologise for walking into a room with too much thought, for folding…
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Ten Fingers, Ten Toes
There was a day the world telescoped to my small hands,palms cupped like two safe houses, toes tucked under like secrets.Perfection was a count: one by one, the little lights,all ten blinking OK beneath the blanket of a house that smelled like toast. I could measure myself then; fingers against cheek, toes against rug,and the…