Tag: social interaction
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Too Long To Ask
I have known your elbows for years; the way they rest on windowsills,the laugh that arrives like a weather change, the exact shape of your silence.I can call up the map of your habits quicker than your birthday; I can find your favourite story in the dark.But your name is a key I have misplaced…
Tavendale
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Smile Swallows Scream
Sometimes the scream rises in me like an elevator with no brakes, clattering up the spine, lights flickering, warning sirens warming my throat. And I smile instead; a too‑bright crescent stitched onto my face like a neon sign that forgot what it was advertising. The scream doesn’t vanish. It just changes shape. It becomes a…
Tavendale
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I Don’t Like That I Don’t Like You
The sentence stumbles out like a shoe on the wrong foot.It tastes of surprise and apology at once, a double note I wasn’t ready to sing.I don’t like that I don’t like you. I catalogue the small grievances: the laugh that lands wrong, the way you tilt your cup, the joke you tell when someone…
Weather In My Ribs 