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This will be my first time posting poetry here. I'd love some feedback. Thanks!
Thursday Afternoon
She pulls on her shirt
and moves the needle to play.
She says the scratching and pops
make her feel real
and it's hard to argue with reality
even if it's only in your head
Watching the vinyl lines go by
she asks him if he believes in God
and he can't quite say what's on his mind
so he watches her hips sway
and she's golden in the afternoon sunlight
filtered through nicotine stained curtains
He calls her baby
tells her she's beautiful
and she believes him today.
4am
And I woke up
to the sound of you
falling asleep across the city
I couldn't fall back to sleep
no matter how my eyes pleaded with my body
There was no choice any more.
And thighs,
stretchmarked and scarred
from a period when change met with resistance, and inevetably won out,
kept fingertips warm
at home
as mind wandered
and stomach lurched
to the sway of an organic pendelum.
I fell asleep
as you woke up
thinking of me.
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