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I decide to fill the pages of an old diary book
It gives me a scornful leave-me-alone look
I begin placating it by writing happy songs
It scoffs; instead, settles for spurious discounts
How I love staying alone?
Even it means touching the dry hair with wet hands on.
I am a saggy grape
Weeping verve in a jostle of escape
Like cowlicks begging to be draped.
Heat radiating off a face after a cold face pack
Warm like a bathroom just after someone has taken a bath
I am the low-toned right answer
Out of a diffident section of a class.
Words making their way from your puzzled mind through your sane fingers mostly at 7 p.m.
3222 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on April 29, 2017
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