in and out

I’m a body

that should become

a tug-of-war

rope

when you’re around

every muscle

needing

to be stretched

out

I can’t stop noticing

the way I’m standing

how much I’m blinking

how I’ve turned

into someone you’d miss—

like glass in your cabinet

you move

me in and out of

carefully

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