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Selfish place by Katerina Charisi 2018-03-25 10:10:55 |
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Selfish place
One’s self is a selfish place. Each time you are around, there’s no space for me on the couch. I’m only standing next to you; before you; or in the back, staring at the back of your head, smelling the dust on your hair.
My acres melt, attached to you. I’m a shadow of my own self. When you leave me, I breathe. I inhale, I exhale deep, trying to get myself back together. I never make it. You always come back first, before I get myself together.
And then I’m taking my place behind you; or next to you. Or before you. You make me say all the words I hate; you make me want the undone, the unthinkable; You make me be the opposite of what I am. Or you, is who I am?
But my shape’s always dull, my image fainted like standing behind a window and outside it’s raining, water running down the glass, dim lights on the streets.
When you are back, I try to remember me. I try not to forget. I try not to lose me. When you leave me, you take a piece of me with you. And I still don’t know your name.
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