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To Be In Just One Place
A Poem
what must it feel like? to sit at a desk calmly, facing the luminescence of your laptop, immersed in the act of creation, completely given away to the task.
what. must. it. feel. like. to. be. in. just. one. place?
not this- your ears perked for the sounds of an intruder
hiding in the shadows of the nooks and crannies you cannot see
not this- staring at the reflections in your window for signs of a man
come to feed on you, come to feed on you, come to feed on me.
not this- ignoring the slither of fear up your backbone
every time you sit facing away from the door.
[she must be exaggerating.]
the anger in his eyes when I said no
[she’s just trying to make us look bad.]
his footsteps behind me, mirroring my pace.
[what a drama queen.]
the reasons even a loving touch elicits hesitation.
I checked each room in the house.
In fifteen minutes, I will re-check
each room in the house.
she doesn’t want to be like this-sleepless
when he’s away on business trips
not from…
