Grayed with wear
The carpet etching pointed patterns on my knees
Rebukes come
more slowly from behind now.
Pursed, my eyes fixed
on an elusive spot that scurries across the wall.
I am wanting, not moving.
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Rebukes come
more slowly from behind now.
Pursed, my eyes fixed
on an elusive spot that scurries across the wall.
I am wanting, not moving.