Like Music

I cry today,

oceans of self-worth

on my living room floor.

Lover’s fingers

touch like music,

seeping strength into my bones.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he says.

I sniffle in response

to say I hate it too.

And after I sleep, after the raft sinks,

I swim.

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