He didn’t want to corrupt me.
But he didn’t know the depth of my desperation—
How badly I needed those words.
And so I begged in subtle ways,
And then I just begged out loud,
“Tell me; Tell me!”
And when he smiled,
I realized
That I had never seen as much
As a window raised
There, in my obscurity.
And in that one off-chance,
And cascaded by the incredible sounds
Of lightbulbs breaking,
I suggested modestly
And with a lump in my heart,
That maybe
I was so rotten already,
That what would come
By the hearing and hearing
Would be full restoration.
-jenn long
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