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Our Secret (A Poem)
Poetry, Everyday Marvels Rebecca Loomis 3/30/23 Poetry, Everyday Marvels Rebecca Loomis 3/30/23

Our Secret (A Poem)

It is in rest

That I feel it most.

What can I call the sensation?

An internal pulse. A churning. A surge.

A knock on the door of my rib cage.

I witness the rise and fall of my flesh

Stretched thin across my belly

And smile.

You’re awake.

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