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[rabbut]

I was undone at fourteen,
unfolded. I have grown up with crooked leaves.
When you touch me, you will find
bruises that will stay forever,
that will always stay. You will feel where I have cracked.

I do not think that I will tell you that this is.
I am afraid of your eyes,
of being fully known.

Come softly, when you come,
linger at my doorstep;
make no sudden movements.

copyright 2008
b. lipton