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Confused reality

Hair!


I heard something   
         –maybe your name   
                        your voice   
                           or smile   

 Fast beats   
Thin air   
     Flushed skin   

I curl my hair with my fingers   
   doubt my disguise   

Do not face the door!   
 Control your anxiety   
Stop  expecting               him        …

             The more you clutter my thoughts
            the less I can    pretend

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear

 Sudden laughs
Quick eyes
   Restless hands

            I look down      sit up straight      smile
            Impatient hands flip my hair:
left                              right        left left                right

 Sharp footsteps
Fuzzy eyesight
   Confused reality

It’s not you!
            I touch my forehead
              …   let my hair down


_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-I-MMXV



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