poetry

Twitch and sway.

I left before sunlight
could wash me out of bed,
because a photographic headache
is all I have left
of last night’s recklessness,
and the way you looked through me
told me all I needed to know;
your feelings have no twitch
and my presence has no sway.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

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