put your finger out slowly.
my finger
reach out
tender
fear
what is it?
will it hurt me?
my other hand at my mouth.
arm bent to protect my chest
can i measure this?
can i take a specimen?
no time now, heavy boots.
i'm back to my pacing.
I'll just wait here.
there was no waiting
and there was only waiting
long spans of time apart.
welcome to your re-entry.
is this really what it looks like?
here he comes again, entering, with his heavy boots.
why does the pleasure come out in tears?
you know why.
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