by
Rebecca Strait


Anxiety

your walk gets mangled
when I watch
from behind.....
sometimes you stumble
sometimes you stutter
i love it how you are in denial
about this crush

Crush

when I got off of the elevator
and saw you standing there
i was ecstatic, for
you were close enough
to kiss.
Psychic

how can i see you
three times in one day
and that not be Divine Order?
how can i tell that you
put your self in my pathway
so that i might cross
or brush past your face?
how could i know that
you love me and searched me out
and called our whole meeting
into existence today?
i know that you know that i know....
why?
because i am psychic.
Pacing

you don't have to always
fuck me, she said
and look at me like i am
an object, with lust
in your eyes.....
sometimes just let me
walk with and beside you
and hold your hand
let my spirit speak to and
commune with yours
without ever saying a word
without touching, without
fucking, without lust
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