a poem by jennifer:
we speak poetically, my sister and i
meaning that sometimes our meanings don't make sense
unless of course you have that crutch
the crutch of the most comforting kind.
that inborn knowledge that whatever you say
uncensored, unedited, without thought
will be understood.
no explanations
no judgement
no slow backward retreat by the audience.
it's a beautiful thing.
and i feel lucky
that i am offered that crutch of the most comforting kind.
we speak poetically. my sister and i.
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