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1.
they laugh
roaring
running and
fighting, so happy
to get there
crashing
down
the walls, celebrating.
Im outside
ignoring,
but its so
loud
as they break
dancing,
the music clashing,
I can hear it,
listen.
I have entered, danced
all smile, smiles and
waved arms,
or whistles.
I get drunk with
attention, louder,
and I cant see, I burn.
I do.
embarrassed
and still.
Nicole Vlado
back
next
home
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2.
sitting outside
in dusty light
I count
twenty-one
years in cardboard
boxes in the
basement
whispering
the memories
of laughing
but I dont
remember
when.
I lean down to
listen.
I hear their thought
of me, I feel
the dance,
I move so loudly
but here Im
quiet,
and its all my
own sound
when I
hear their whistles
whispered
loud.
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