• Talia Basma

That One Night They Didn’t Know I Was Home

Folding laundry on a night unnamed

I hum the words you're the sunflower

Even with the song blasting,

giggling girls speak blurred words:


Annoying, bossy,

Wonder how to get her to chill

Too much work

Needy and fake.


Unknown are the intentions.

Tearducts remain dry.

Hand wavers, the shirt crumples.

I have to start over.


Fear of never truly knowing

the enemies among my peers,

sets in deep into my bloodstream

I drown them out with the same song


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