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  • Writer's pictureAnna McNutt

re: bounds

People keep asking me why I do the things that I do And as we lie side by side I’m telling you: I want to figure it out.

I am not scared of anything… But spiders And sharks And graveyards.

I walk into The autumn of our days With stage fright And an indifference to our separation,

It terrifies And releases me.

Cowardly men,

I could be your greatest love, Or I could flatten into nothing.

The milk could go off, I may forget my lines, And we can hang from the highest point

(knowing you’re afraid of heights), But it is the fear of Dying alone -

And maybe we fall in love to Have something to do.

Maybe I don’t need to Figure it out.

Maybe I should Sleep alone tonight.


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