But Not In The Same Room (It's A Pity)
Is it strange that I know
the soft crook of your neck?
I know we’ve barely
Breathed together.
Is it strange that there are three of you?
Though I know we barely
breathe together
I can see the touch of other
Real Women.
and I do not know the map of
Anyone’s tongue (good).
Right?
Or left?
The soft smell is right
But the stiff hand is left
alone…
Either because you
couldn’t hear me
or because you
couldn’t bear me.
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Lucy writes for herself because she is a selfish poet, but she sometimes stretches a bit and includes others, too. She is a senior in highschool in Chico, California, has won poetry contests in the local newspaper multiple times, and has had her poetry published in her school's poetry anthology multiple times. She hopes to use her poetry to inspire other selfish poets and keep herself sane.
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