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You've come to know her as a friend
But then you see
through the corner of your eye
her legs crossed seductively
and even the hair
and the lipstick
are new to you
But once she speaks
all doubts are dissolved
by the familiar coziness of her thoughts
and by your reluctance
to abandon familiarity

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The skin of my shell
is grounded in the flesh
My bones hold me together
but I cannot feel them

Though I cannot
see, hear, or touch
the vacuum of existence
I am wary of my life
going into reserve
or stopping at a red light
waiting to move
fingers drumming
on the steering wheel.