I am standing on many edges.
I am balancing on the tips of my toes.
I am avoiding certain phrases.
I am hinting at what everyone knows.
I am holding a jewel in my warm hands.
I am singing softly under my breath.
I am hoping (if “hoping” is the word I want).
I am listening so intently and yet —
This isn’t my house. I don’t know the noises.
I mistook the furnace for rain.
I am gathering up the courage to say it.
I am standing on edges again.
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24 February 2023