I leave before sunlight
could wash me out of bed,
because a photographic headache
is all I have of last night’s weakness,
and the way you look right through me
tells me all I need to know;
your heart has no twitch
and my body has no sway.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
Lovely and sad at the same time. Beautiful!
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Precision in an economic transfer of the experience in the situation described. So easy to receive the point. This is craft and skill executed to a high level in my opinion. I so got it! Lovely piece. Chris T.
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Nancy, you painted an empty canvas with your twitching words.
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Love the breakdown of headache & weakness. Ace!
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Photographic headache. I wish I had written that.
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Always look forward to reading your posts. Everything feels very considered yet as if spoken for the first time. Loved ‘before sunlight washed me out of bed’. Majority of your poems have a dark heart.
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thanks!
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Amazing! This should be published!!
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Very real, very alluring, tied to images and line breaks that seemed to mimic the moment – really nice! 🙂
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ps – found you on Twitter, followed 🙂
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Well. They’ve failed.
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Very nicely done!
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