Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

Stretch Zone


it's spring
and whether I like it or not
I'm growing
out of this
I feel the stretch
stretch zone
from teen teaching
I wonder where they are now
and if I would be envious of them
for meeting criteria I have no desire for
It's dare
I equate my worth to working for someone else
and when a man pursues me
but I'm noticing the subtleties in me
being cognizant not to raise the bar
every 6 hours
what's the half life of any revelation?
what percentage of illusion
reflects running out of time?
maybe I can rest in the
appreciation
that it stopped raining long enough
for me to walk inside

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