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while naked in the bathroom

the woman in the mirror
rarely glances at me

she averts her eyes
to avoid
telling me lies

but today
i caught her
staring at me
while naked in the bathroom
all vulnerability and mother scars
above wet thighs
cradling a patch
of a native woman’s dark hair

my god
how she smiled and smiled

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