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2014-08-31T11:32:08-07:00August 31st, 2014|Musings on life|

Vulnerability

Concrete rooms
are safe
but lonely

she says

and the wisdom
lands in my lap
like a live thing

rolling around me
giddy and new

but like a back flip
explaining it
is not enough

so I tug a shape
of words
from my belly

but they are not
the right ones
they are pale and small

it is harder than I thought
to be vulnerable

perhaps it is not to dig
and share your weaknesses

but to dive
from the highest spot
yelling out
your wants.

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