with each movement of your hand,
you produce the loudest of sounds,
a rhythmic call and response
to your push and pull,
a harder push, then you pull away.
i am at constant vigilance to hear
where you are,
what sounds you make when the
world is too loud,
when i am dressing or someone's
singing (it's not you),
and i can't help but get trapped
in your persistent ticks
and other bad habits that you feign
as you hang on the wall.
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