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What if I don’t know the difference between the whites of a wedding day
what will you make of me
a girl with a big
head or none?
Have I tasted—no,
have I tried?
What if there is nothing under my belt,
not even chastity—
I was robbed early in time
will you take away the questions aired out in a quiet veranda of promises
or just decide to answer them on your own—no
maybe you’d just change your mind.
From there, things will change
without permission or any indication that they have
until the walls become strange
stranger each day.
Where should I sit when everything is placed
by the masters of each corner
of this world
of your world and of mine—like your hand, with their hand
and my hand up in the air?
Tell me darling, will I get rest
when I’m tired
or my arms
hurt?
Will I deserve it?
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