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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Awkward Moments

I keep covering myself with words.
You see too much,
and I’m not enough,
so I pile on the words
to cover and cover and cover
until you don’t remember what you saw—
a piece of me
naked, deformed, or bleeding
while everything and everyone screams,
Cover!
So I keep covering myself with words
so we can smile and pretend
we’re not wounded.

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