Stage Mirror by Molly Eyre

My expectancy is both-sided,
one surface joy and the other

obliterate. I miss you from my
lungs to the bottom of my

bare feet. The daylight
pools on the wood, still

sticky-damp from the varnished
coat you gave it, cursing; your

hair repeatedly scrubbed behind
an ear. I breathe it in,

that little bubble of
anticipation in my chest.

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Molly Eyre (no relation to Jane) is a UK based poet with a fondness for friendship, fun, and alliteration.

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