her secrets
are all over the floor.
she steps
on them, screams,
picks one
up and flings
it at you.
now, she says,
do you understand
where I'm
coming from, who
I really am,
want more?
this is when you
do what you are best
at,
gathering
your few things,
and backing slowly
out the room,
inching
towards
the door.
Friday, February 28, 2014
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