Brick-colored eyes
I’ve wished to
take in
and wet it self
To mine, reflecting—
to measure
what I do not wish
alone
to measure
When I share
my voice
echoing back
It is only
these four
slick,
egg-shelled,
plastered
boards
that know,
what it is
impossible
for them to know.
Reverberating
what it cannot
Understand…
me.
-Susie E.
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