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Specificity in Poetry

  • Nov. 8, 2025, 4:53 a.m.
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It's always something so random and so specific..

The curve behind your left knee...

Your tailbone..

The way your fingernails glimmer after they're painted..

The way your belly button stretches when you lie back...

Today, all day, it was the outer right side of your right nipple...

It's like these images are always in my head...

Quietly waiting for me...

Until, suddenly, I can't breathe...

And it's all I can think about...



Last updated November 10, 2025


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