STRETCH

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All these years —
my chin rested on its fist
and thought saw its growth
in your inners.

They say —
I stayed curled in your teen
till you trimmed me off.

Now my finger is a pen
in both my page and yours.

Each last line
separating my head from its stalk
is a chair —

also called a stretch.

The mortal just saw me
get aroused.

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