woman II

The door swings open
and my tools fall 
I run out to catch the sun
in my hand   breathe
clean air   too dark too
stale in there   I go to
find a person with a face
a name   a plan
for playing the game
by secret rules
not in drawers or
behind doors but
everywhere else
the space just is
  to be in.
Stretch out your arms   reach
and feel it on your fingers'
ends   all that time
clinging   to your skin
time to begin
time to pick them up again
go in.
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