Dig out the deep
scritch scratch
Put your thumbs in first
Into my eyesockets
Clay Pots
Press and pull
At the thread
That unravels at the touch

Hold your discovery
Of me
In your palm
A caress
In place of a slap
to a needing
That won’t let up
That will keep begging

Will you dig deep
Will you find the mirror
Will you hold it up
And stare sideways
Desperate for a glance back
For acknowledgement
For recognition
For a belonging

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