recognition
03.07.04
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i like depth so visceral i can
nearly wrap my fingers around the
images the poem evokes,
so visceral that if i wrung
out the words i would have
your breath in my palm,
whispering about these broken,
hardened women who are so
strong it hurts other
people to look at them

it's a strange hurt:

if you close
your eyes, it feels a
little like envy