TENDER WRIST
Saturday
been on the phone all day
3:00
No one calls back
I lay in bed
hear the messages
she leaves
goes into another room
I roll on my side
face the wall
coiled
like a tourniquet
around her tender wrist
tightened by my manic desire
--to be free.
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