insecurity is part of me
and makes me who i am
...
you should love me in my insecurity
and you do love me in my insecurity
…
i love my figure in the shadow
long and slim,
before it disappears
the halfway point between to streetlights
the pavement patched
like clown pants
the thud thud of my non-athletic gait
as I jog alongside you
under the nearly full moon
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