Ana

Ana has a secret.
Her body like a slippery corner
hurtful eyes
you can’t know
if she comes or goes
Ana has a secret.
What a sensitive conscience
mute hands don’t move
hair that flutters around her
from east to west
Ana has a secret.
Only the necessary word
and it’s slow
breaking up syntax
Ana a has…
a has Ana secret
secret…
silence
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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