Moving on.

Your laughter rings tinny

that smile that made me swoon

leaves me wishing I could rinse and spit

my spirit as easily as my mouth

I used to hear a whisper

ringing out from that crook

at the corner of your smile

back when I assumed

your smile was for me

 

I arch my back a little harder now

my breasts stand up

a little prouder now

I don’t hesitate to put my foot

exactly where I mean to step

because your shadow is no longer

beneath my feet

tripping

and tangling

my way

 

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