Cicadas on the hillside

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When you smile, I don’t see it on you. Instead, before me is a woman I barely knew. The Who you were before trauma mutated, as it does, into the mistakes. And your mistakes are my injuries.

I brush all of that away now, as best as I can. You’re doing it again. Smiling with all of the potential in the world. Years are flaking off of you. You are temporarily new. Temporarily safe. I could hug you. I could try to forgive…

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You Are Your Own, a curated collection of my feminist poems is available on Amazon & Free via Kindle Select: https://rb.gy/ncz77r