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  • Writer's pictureBethany Stimac

within and without

the humdrum of talk buzzes around

white tables dressed neatly in silverware

and noone, it seems, sees another right now

all eyes are but blind and impaired


i’m indifferent—my plate, glossy and blank

in this chatter that swarms me like bees

i must resist giving in to my interior ache,

to the itch that sways in me like trees


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