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All these years,
and I have been talking to you
as if I wasn’t here.
Touching my body at night
realizing it has edges
borders underknown by me.
Just like a mirror, I expecting
your hand to show me what is skin.
Seduced by all the mothers who fell in love
with the child I did not become.
So simple to have lightening,
soothing sensations, when underwater.
Or no longer afraid other people will see my desire
on the ground, readjusting to what feels like a slap.
We are not alike; I tell the sun hit by the rush of cement.
I’m more like an empty pool holding vigil in a nameless
city, praying for jumps in midair.
Official Selection of Canada Shorts 2022. Award of Commendation, Canada Shorts 2022.