"Untitled"
Virginia Tamez
I'm in ribbons,
laptop warm under my palms and
jeans undone and sunburns hot and
tank top straps are off my shoulders
I'm a child,
admittedly an old and sultry-looking child
and staring at pinwheels of light on the
shadowed popcorn ceiling while I
convince myself that I am not lonely
(I am hard to fool)
I'm distracted,
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