“I’m So Glad”

&

Rolls off your tongue, bungee

jumps from your chapped lips,

limbos beneath our line

of communication, climbs

up my arm, squat-jumps

off my shoulder onto my

hoop earring where it sits

and waits, swinging back and forth,

because it’s not what I want to hear.

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