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She
There is too much in that.
We tell a story
that pretends it can hold it.
But it is so much less
than what it would take.
We think we need it larger
because we want it larger.
There is too much in us.
You tell me, I tell you,
they tell us to tell them.
The story we hear
makes us look away.
She is much smaller
(but perhaps not less) than she.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.