meeting another for the first time is risky
like a tailspin three sixty
wondering, waiting, wishing,
will it land safely?
i walk away briskly
feeling uneasy
knowing he could take the train
one way his aim
where are my hopes?
chest tightening
knowing that a moment's pleasure
can be frighteningly binding
dejame en paz
say it loudly
shout the truth
that is inside me
i am no hobo
i have a home
stop looking for that
which i already own
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