Brave Little Girl. Sad Old Man. - Poem by Charles Malcolm
'I can shut the door, '
'Don't. I like the blue, '
I wrapped my fingers around her hipbone
and watched her chest rise and fall
as she blew warm air through bright red lips.
I had never seen her so down
but she kept giving
and to others.
It hurt me
but it shouldn't have
and it wasn't supposed to.
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