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she didn’t have a compass, a map, or even a decent sense of direction — Christina Baker Kline
It’s suddenly much harder to date
drawing blanks, hearing
you look better than expected
I didn’t expect to have such
interesting conversations with you
touch-starved
he handed me a sausage dog biscuit tin,
the lid a mirror, reflecting my nose
and revealing a rabbit hole
we got lost in there for days
I emerged a flightless bird
confronted by beaters —
losing my head
running half-cocked
through the woods
flatly, he said
you're not someone I could take seriously.
I can't imagine you being a wife.
exposed I reached for cover —
a stunned and breathless scavenger
determined not to starve on crumbs.0