Blocks

I fill
With ridges
The smooth wood panelling
Coolness to my open toe
I tap
trying to keep a tune
Glancing up and down
Seems miles away
My thigh moves
hug the white curves
My fingers forced
bound to the strings
if I let go
Something would surely collapse
Sitting on this amp
I wiggle my shoe heel
Looking to give a healing smile
Disarming tensions
Trying to make me sing
I breathe into the wire fencing
Waiting

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