She Counts Too
Through all the antics
of distinctness from others, or not-really-there-ness, I remain
No matter what my
disguise—
Genius, idiot, gloriousness,
scum—
Underneath, it’s still
just me, still here,
Still warm and
breathing and human
With another chance
simply to say hi, and recognize my tenderness
And be just a little
bit kind to this one as well,
Because she counts, too.
-Anne Villalobos
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