Every request for attention
From the ones we love
Feel invasive to us
As a stranger putting
Its hands in our pants,
Searching for pocket change.
Or more like a hand yanking at our collar
While we’re trying to hold our breath under water.
Poet. Novelist. Traveler. Newly minted activist.
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