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TAMARA LINDEMAN
In another life - I might trust you in the way I cannot in this one. My t-shirt was wet upon my back, as you insisted you're so kind to me. You tell me, so it must be so. But in another life - I might reach out to touch, and feel only calm. Because I learn what I am taught. But I learn what I am taught. And the body is beyond thought. And so. Close your eyes. Go ahead and pretend it is how you see me best. I brush the water from my skin, and I walk straight back in to the river I was swimming in. While the swallows go on singing, all the same songs that they always did.