❦
I watch Tammie spin
round and
roundlike a horse
on a carousel.She's improved.
Her body folds
instinctivelywhere the pole ends,
an extension of the pole
that knowshow it feels.
She's like a wind-up doll,
a part of the pole.I'm envious.
She swings her legs up—
the pole catches her.There's a faint smile
on her sweat-stained face.
The stench of
vomitmakes me
want to gag.
I'm envious.
She's panting,
stretching,pushing herself.
Becoming...
a better person.
Me?
You're a nuisance.
There's no meaning to your existence.I'm watching her
by the doorway,
peekingbecause I'm not
wanted here.I watch her for a while longer,
unableto take
my eyes
off her.
Her movements
are repetitive,I notice.
She's repeating the same routine.
Over and
over and
overagain.
I remember something,
A faintimpression:
She was like this back then too.
An unfamiliar feeling
bloomsin my chest.
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