Not Now

We became so comfortable
it became uncomfortable
to say, not now.

The pressure to confide
boiled and bubbled
like caramel cooking
in a pot; we could not
stir it, we could not touch
it.

We had no energy
for it, no rights to it.
And no knowledge
in our collective histories
could make it burn slower,
ache less.

We became so un-
comfortable the only
comfort was to look
away.

Not now. Please,
not now.

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