Their voices twirl
like the hair between their fingers
gum smacking
everything ends in a question
can you believe
I can hear their nails
click against their cups
like tiny hamster claws
trying to escape
I am obsessed with them
judging them
and then me
for judging them
and they linger in me
like too much dessert
I wish I knew
are they like that alone
are they candy and air
all the way through.
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