I signed the papers
I said I had no questions
When they wanted a reaction
Perhaps a reaction
Is more of a band-aid
for them, even if it comes
gift-wrapped as a kind and gentle
opportunity for me to let loose.
But no, I am not Florence
and I offer no comforts.
Something animates my steps
these days. I stand tall.
I am starched stiff.
I am a body in motion
Yet to register
the external force.
So I walk tall
Not meeting an averted gaze
and claiming with pride
the space that’s already
sterile.
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Excellent this! Very taut, the tension perfectly held. And the placement of the last word is brilliant.