I write
in hope that the world
would stop and notice a line or two,
hear itself,
recognize itself
in a story -
not lines of bright & sparkly-adoring lies,
but beautiful
and intimate honesty
that sees the sin, and loves around it.
it would know me
for the first time.
it would open the window
and call me inside
to home
and heart
and be my lover.
and together
we might birth new poets.
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