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right.

I was going to write
a poem about women
but I’m gasping for
breath
and gagging on words
that rhyme with me saying
“sorry”
or
“coffee?”
but believe me
(or not - don’t care)
I do want a nice day
and sun that won’t chew
through my skin
and a hand that’s not my own
to slap
or hold me
either one
is better than staring
at blank walls

so

tell me this isn’t
all a fucking pinwheel