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i thought keeping myself in would make them want to draw me out.


by andidisappeared

I trace the boundary in sand, I draw it neatly. I curl my toes in, I stand behind the line, patient.

I define myself with quiet and severe simplicity.

I let them pass. I let them see what they think I am who I want them to think I am: this hair and this calm face.

I keep myself in line, I believe they will walk by and see how good I can be.

They meander past, observe-- critical eyes--and they leave.

I deepen the border with the heel of my shoe.

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