who would’ve have been
your safe bet or worse,
your sure thing.
I’ve loved and love but
is there a difference
between having loved
and loving?
To know anything by heart
is a false accusation.
I was a woman
undone, unguarded.
I was an
interlude,
an in between,
an other.
Never
this, but decidedly
always that.
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