Larissa Burgess.

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ANXIOUS POCKETS

Why do all the men I know
feel the need
to write down their feelings,
and slip them under my door?

Like my mind is just a mail slot, a cubby
for them to deposit their lies into
at the end of the month.

As if their debt to me weighs down their pockets
after  awhile, and they need to pacify it.
Get it out out out out
of their minds,
and into mine.

So now I can have the pleasure
of walking around all day
with anxious pockets.

–  Larissa Burgess

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