Slipped Through
I've slipped through again.
Maybe you can't see me
Your breathing down my neck
and you don't even know i'm here.
My fingers, hands,
are in all the right places.
But my head is far away again
Protected from the things that you
mumble in my ear.
We both know
that none of it is true.
A pretense, a primer
But I don't care
I've slipped through.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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