my legs ache
with so much excitement,
barefoot dancing by the wood stove
post hole hiking in steep canyon bottom.
shhhh, i think, don't tell anyone!
the hidden part isn't safe anymore,
not when the computerboyfriend has become my job
and i think i'm too tired to reach that deep place
inside,
where shoulder meets cheek in
unnameablegentleselflovetruth.
but if i'm out of challenges,
maybe we won't stand in the parking lot,
drinking from a growler,
singing an old folk song
and
keeping time with our stamping feet
in the falling snow.
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