The question
I flatten my hand along the lower curves of my ribs
hoping, hoping,
for a rhythm.
Do I want one?
I let my hand stay,
anyway,
fingers trembling.
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I flatten my hand along the lower curves of my ribs
hoping, hoping,
for a rhythm.
Do I want one?
I let my hand stay,
anyway,
fingers trembling.
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Thought provoking.