Drying in the Sun

Fingers on the
windowsill
I
press
my
flesh
down
and stand on my toes
trying to get a glimpse of you
I’m going to need more boxes
higher heels

When I hear
laughter
when I hear
someone else’s joy
it’s like the
curtains
are
lifted
by
the
wind
and I can almost see you

…like we’re running
playing a game
in laundry
hanging to dry
in the sun

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