ku-ob

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a.

 windswept, i faced the morning

like a freed cow, lip-licking.

aa.

 “i have a question…”

 and her heart grew vibrating lumps, beautifully-suffocated

 “hmmmm…”

 she presumed it was a “what-is-it?”

 “do you also feel that you are important…

 uhm to me?”

 and there were nests and nets around her lungs

 but she was hugging him, he was hugging her

 and she did not know if he heard the cymbals

 between her arms.

“yes”

 though scabs fell

 (“I am just making sure”)

 some ache do not have wounds, because they are too deep

 to surface and to crack. some are too shallow but she does

 not live for those types. With him.

 b.

 there was a grandmother and a grandson

 standing hand in hand, they look sad.

 there were husbands in the oldest coffee shop

 they talked about their wives and the way they

 do it when the kids are taking a nap.

bb.

 “thank you”, there were calloused thumbs on the eyes.

 i did this usual “i am the coolest girl alive” gesture.

 perhaps i have developed this defense mechanism

 during all those chances when I wanted to burst into

 tearful blinks.

 “i don’t want to say that i am just bored and sad

 and all of a sudden, i don’t miss the world because of you.”

again, i played with my face and melted inside like

 icebergs toppled down by a matchstick.

c.

 an anonymous number sends me free sms load,

 P5

 P10

P50

i sent it back to the number twice,

 let the third expire.

 i fascinate anonymity lesser now,

like how i have become

 entirely but the sunset,

cc.

sighs.

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