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"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
"I the Woman" Sandra Cisneros
I am she of your stories the notorious one leg wrapped around the door bare heart sticking like a burr the fault the back street the weakness that's me
I'm the Thursday night the poor excuse I am she I'm dark in the veins I'm intoxicant I'm hip and good skin brass and sharp tooth hard lip pushed against the air I'm lightbeam no stopping me
I am your temporary thing your own mad dancing I am a live wildness left behind one earring in the car a finger- print on skin the black smoke in your clothes and in your mouth