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This Way

Which way is this way?
I forgot the way.
I have to find you
to help me find myself.
along the way
I did what I thought
I should and could
I should have known.

remember when
we were tightly knit
like tied up fingers
occupied.
like woven things

now I am halved
a part of this pair and
I am strange to myself.
I feel unfinished

but I
love this affair
just like I loved that abortion
tear it from me, and
tear it up

you and I
we live in the malphysical
that is the place where I can
make up words.
my maliciousness is somewhere in there, and
I dare you to find it.
try me like your uniform
size me up and try to fit inside

you like to play in
my emotional hierarchy
what is your status?
You wish you weren’t prioritized
but I am searching
and I will find you

I am bounty hunting.

This poem was written by Elizabeth A. Dudich on Feb 19, 2007.

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