push
the eyebrows lift, turn its course upwardat the slightest gesture
of the onward stranger.
was it wonderment, satisfaction or dis ...
confusing, or merely a synapse of the muscles.
cheekbones clenched, stress prying its way
into the system, then
devours simple love of breath.
he, persistent, pushes on me. tugs my will.
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