foam.

stretch and wait;
what’s it like
to be the one
silently asking?
you’ve put those
words in my mouth,
and it doesn’t matter
how many times
i spit them out.

stretch and wait;
what’s it like
to be the one
waiting for the end?
patiently and quietly
i wait for you
to discover –
to admit defeat –
you’ll spit me out.

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