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I had a group of friends
who were anvils
They could not be recycled
I had been lying down for ten years
I needed time to think
I told the anvils
after they played a joke on me
Not cruel but not kind either
I was sensitive
I was a girl
Ten years later I was a woman
but more like an anvil
who could think and could love
in one direction at a time
and so had to be carefully positioned
because of all the effort
the opening and focusing of eyes
And what if I love the wrong thing
You can’t take it back
It can’t be recycled
Not like paper
Not like this dark glass
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