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He says

He says, You used to dress nicer.
and I look down.

My tights and flip flops,
my oversize dress

The wind sticks it to my body
a swollen stomach,
wider thighs.

I do remember the times
in our mating season

My growing collection of shoes
displayed in my closet

Time taken to prepare myself
anticipate
greet butterflies in my stomach

How playful love makes the stomach.
Can't eat, can't sleep.

and now,

swollen belly from evenings out
shoes chosen for comfort

the shape of my thighs
the unshape

of love.


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