A gray day
My body, a window, the tangerine trees, and the sea
A blanket over my back
A woman on my phone—not answering.
A taste in my mouth,
Sweet.
Maybe plums, maybe almonds,
Or maybe just loneliness.
A calm gaze,
A restless mind,
And deep down, peace.
The peace of freedom,
Of wanting, of loving.
But not at anyone else's expense.
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