My parents are ashamed of me.

And I understand why.

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I could quiver for you
right now
in your arms.

I think quiver is the right word
because a part of me
is shaking.

And if I breathed into the sensation enough
all of me would shake.

All of me would break open.

But I don’t want to do that
for you
right now.

So I don’t.
So I won’t.

Less is always more.

That’s what I learned.

Am I rig…