Contributor: Josette Torres
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I sit with secrets
for months
on end, but you
barge in
and ask what’s going on.
My life is an endless
non-disclosure agreement.
You can’t just walk in here—
I sit and watch clouds pass
through drawn shades
like whispers. I’m trying
to ignore you, but you sneak
around my defenses. You play
dirty, I don’t think it’s right—
I sit and think of lost nights
untouched by dread. When did
you decide you could rule
my life? I wasn’t asking for
a complete overhaul—
I write at cleared tables, build
stacks of books, tear paper
sheets
. Forget the last act ever
happened. I rewrite
our past in less than a day—
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Josette Torres received her MFA in Creative Writing from Virginia Tech. She also holds a BA in English and Creative Writing from Purdue University. She is the Writer in Residence at the Lyric Theatre in Blacksburg, Virginia.
Metaphor, Baggage
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