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Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals

Tag: proximity

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Static

Posted on June 13, 2014June 21, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON

Static 	 	 If we moved millimeters we’d touch, strangers on planes forced in proximities reserved for intimacy. I keep my arms crossed, compacted in self-inflicted binding, hands to myself like they taught us in preschool. I shift a little, stimulating blood flow to my tingling feet, but in the move our skins meet, that man’s and mine. I perceive of his flinch, the jerk away masked in the stealth of reaching for his drink, his repulsion of contact, one second that makes me question  why I fear physicality.

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