Ruby Gitonga Poems

There's a kind of quiet that used to mean rest
and now it means something I haven't named yet.

I keep checking the sky like it owes me an answer,
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I say I'm fine enough times
it starts to sound less like a lie
and more like a rehearsal
the way you say a word so often
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I used to think love was a lantern
something you carried into dark rooms
and everything softened where it touched.
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