The Night Before

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night before, The Night Before
A glorious red balloon

it’s how he told me
my mouth felt.

The night before he left
he stared at flesh –
no words exchanged
he wanted me to think
kissing was good, and
took his fingers, closed
my eyelids, told me

“It was alright to breathe.”

Wondered if men gave
out candy here?

The wrong he did was so…
casual for him –
as if he took apart another
puzzle – so singular,

People say birds are exotic.
He compared me to a bird.
Wondered if I could have flown?
A bird twists silently out from

all the twigs of its nest.
My body settled into summer.
Birds gathered at a feeder.

I feel a stillness all so ordinary,
suddenly you are naked –
thinking, the entire
world sees you pass

It’s morning and I am again, alone.

I think of how birds
flew – out there, in the open.

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