If only I was taller
That is the way this silence makes
me feel
The angle when we kissed
The unsettling prompt
That you cannot wear heels
And I will have to extend my feet
like en pointe ballet
To convert the exchange
Otherwise the imbalance negates any
sentiments of heart
Words of tongue or history for
mental compatibility
Canceled by the physics of elevation
Crumple the paper to the waist bin
Ink and blood toner smeared
Searching for hope, living proof of
faith
Wondering if in any moment
I will measure up
Exhausted knowing I can only appear
as this
Pondering the outgoing confidence of
those above the line
Through the simple inferred joy a
woman receives from being
Looked down upon
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