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you’re right in front of me
but there’s something
inhumane about you
like you’re estranged from your flesh
and seeing yourself through me
trying to command the moves
‘if you touch I’d cry’
you wanna say hard
screaming against the rhythm
that's breaking the walls;
you don’t belong to this party
a hesitance of your hand here and there
trying to keep it inside
play it like the others
you’re trying to act normal
but something silent
is consuming you
you wished to weep
but you can’t so you ask
’can you?’Also, a recommendation from your Substack will be much appreciated.
This is beautiful Rick. Touching too
This is so poignant and relatable. upon reading this, so much comes rushing back and I feel overwhelmed by this poem's kinesthetic accuracy. this is beautiful.