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the pedestal
I live on your pedestal.
It’s raised high,
I would break if I ever stepped off.
So you protect me, you keep me there,
you are the only one who could ever move me.
In your mind I am content like this.
I don’t sweat. I don’t bleed.
I look to the horizon.
You hope I am looking toward the future, but I am remembering the time when we talked on the phone until midnight, me with no makeup on and you hiding in the bathroom to avoid waking your roomate,
and we were happy just to talk about nothing. And it was my birthday, and you were the first person to wish me one, and I felt like I had enough space to dance.