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if they knew
the women, that is
if they knew that the breath coming out of you
is coming into me
like it goes into them
and so on
if they knew
those beautiful women
what I think while I dance on the street
or how afraid I can be to stand on a railing
how I wonder if anyone will see
they might see
if they knew
those impossible women
that their eyes over glass
with jewels at their feet
and me touching their trash
that even then we both see over the same stretch of space
and our eyes meet at the same time
with their voice in my ear and my glance in their smile
then I could reach out and
take a hand and
ask them to please
help me believe again in humanity
stop and see me tandem to their random bursts of fake and faker laughter
and consider me
please women please
no begging just shameless asking
to change my blaming nature
and thereby change my mind
because the women, if they knew,
could. but would they?
