We seem
to be speaking
two languages.
My NO
gets lost
in your translation
and you hear,
“Yes!”
My NO
has embedded
in your head
as “Yes, Yes,
Take Me Now!”
So you do
as you think
I wish.
You take me
like little boys
with their action figures.
Pose my hands
and feet
to leap and fly,
then crash broken
at your feet.
You play and play
and play, eyes
and ears and bodies
too glazed from
your own joy
to see or hear
my wish for playtime
to stop.
We are speaking
two different
languages.
And yours
is hemorrhaging
mine.
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Lidy Wilks
Lidy Wilks is the author of the poetry chapbook "Can You Catch My Flow?" Another chapbook and a full length poetry collection is in the works. Poetry is not the only genre she writes in, currently she writing a contemporary romance and a young adult supernatural novel. She's a member of Write by the Rails. And lives in Virginia with her husband and two children When Lidy Wilks is not writing, she refills her creative well and binges on the storytelling of anime. Books, manga and Asian dramas. And relaxes by listening to good music. Eating milk chocolate candies. And or with a glass of Cabernet or Riesling wine. You can visit her at: https://pavingmyauthorsroad.wordpress.com.
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