My Untouchable Face

The effortless nature of the unreliable narrator

~ Sunday, February 26 ~

You grabbed me up
in the sale of
someone else’s certainty,
cheapened by the drudge
of dried-up desire.
I am here with you
because I choose to be
and because
I am not free.

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