When I Write


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his eyes crawl up my back

probing, asking, pulling

I am pinioned by want

tacked–a common insect

stuck through the thorax


all that is, I am


driven further inside

by this ever-present audience

avoiding the vacant stare

keeping my eyes on the screen


through me, for me, as me


a kind heart beats

while a mind fades

eyes watch what moves

he asks for little

he needs so much

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