at last you’re a revolution

secret afternoons are the worst

you know nothing good is happening

in the bathroom

close your eyes

hoping for a protector

nobody comes

and your body isn’t your own

anguish comes in small beads of sweat

from hairy arms

those are not your own

no sacred places in repeated spaces

hope comes as you release your mind

into wild and tumbling dreams

at last you’re a revolution

leaving your own self behind

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