Smaller

I’ve been asking for love

since my hands were smaller,

and my eyes were wider.

love isn’t what you wanted,

instead you were disappointed

in anything other –

than the complicit retelling

of a childhood,

of fractured bones,

of a ‘happy’ home.

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