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You probably think since you left
that I’m all alone in my bed now.
I’m not.
What lies next to me is bigger than you
and stronger than you. And even
- shall I say - a little more crumpled than you. But
I’m not.
I can uncrumple it if I want.
Hours or days it will wait.
It won’t yell at me, or talk down to me
and it certainly won’t tell me I’m fat, because
I’m not.
You think everyone should look like
those girls from Calvin Klein ads.
Yet faded memories of your CK’s are
tattered and worn.
I’m not.
This pile is a gentle reminder of my freedom, with its scents
of fresh rain, mountain spring, or even april fresh.
You may think I’m in jail. Ironically
I’m not.
Victims stay victims
because they choose to stay that way.
And if I want to fold, I will.
But tonight,
I’m not.
Kim kjagain Moes, of Vancouver Island, BC, has appeared in print and online magazines, in English and Spanish. She unravels everyday events finding inspiration to meet the words climbing out of her mind. On writing, she says, “Write the life we live, explore the lessons not yet learned, and then, eat catharsis for dinner.”
