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by Joanne Marisa Leow
But I do not regret
hands, arms
fingertips, lips
I do not regret
the waves, the sunshine, the sand;
Nor the rush of the tide
swirling around my ankles.
I do not regret
brown skin or cream shirts
feet and toes;
Nor collarbones, shoulders, necks.

I do regret
unseen hurts
the light passing
between your eyes and mine;
Parts of my reluctant soul.

That is why I refuse to look at you.

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