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Bay Window (Tamara Broussard-Lafayette, LA)

You close the door 
And open a tiny window
So small that even 
Shelly Long's skinny ass
Can't squeeze through

My emotions aren't stirred 
Because of your kind gesture
But because of its emptiness 
Your seeming cluelessness

You stand in front this tiny ass window
Like some Sapphic Vanna White 
I smile but it's as empty as your gesture
What is that one window gonna do
My mind screams over pleasantries

God promised me a bay window
One where light flows
And my flowers can soak up 
The early, mid and late day sun
No some glazed over bathroom window
Your try to convince me will be enough

You see I have never had onmy very own
I've shared a kitchen window once
Hovered in front of many 
Dirty or Cracked portals of despire
That closed once my repairs were done

But never my own big ol' clean and shiny
Bay window
One that fills the room of my soul with light
and I hers

People with there own windows ask
What's the rush 
Why so impatient 
Why ask why
Is your window so big so bright
You can't see the waning light
Or maybe it's me

I've become one of those 
Siberian women 
With heavy coat, scratchy wooly sweater 
With a scratchy  disposition 
And heavy heart

Light deprivation does that you know.

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