Poetry entry

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You Say I Am in a Poem You Wrote Already

You were never

the weight of a cat between my knees
pins me in place
and I subconsciously mold myself to the shape
of the one force that desires to affect

a promise of comfort,

we hold ourselves
scratch our own itches
touch ourselves with an assumed ignorance

but a choice to

You could enclose me.
You say there is not enough of you to hold
stop wearing so many sweaters
and let me in

expand and grow translucent
let some light in.