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Middle Light

by Lacey Smith


Hip-wide and heavy, the noon light
presses the room into a small ball
Eyes open and close, waiting.
The pipelines bleeding sound
into our miniature city, we:
watching you, watch me
not watching me, I
watch you attentively.

(hands wringing, mouthing a swear.
Affirmation willing, still thinking
always no)

09/14/2005

Author's Note: This was a moment I wanted to remember and I couldn't just get myself to capture it. I worry I've romanticized it somehow, I really just want it to be authentic. No posing.

Posted on 09/15/2005
Copyright © 2025 Lacey Smith

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