Before Nine

Outside of a bar
casual conversations
men that reached out their hand
have my false name
men that asked for my number
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avoiding confrontation
avoiding conversations

The market
a familiar walk
suddenly,
his body behind me
his hands placed
by my ears
and I’m naked in a room,
I no longer love.
sealed by a window
I no longer
gaze out of
listening to a train
I can no longer hear

Man
I thought you were dead,
and now I see you alive
I forgot the shape of your eyes
the texture of your hair
and suddenly I remember the
face that used to hide from mine.
Don’t call me man.
Don’t call me,
man.

 

xx to myself.

 

 

 

 

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