Submission
So, you didnt speak today.
You bent your head
and pretended to be busy
in your notebook.
Yesterday in five minutes
we exchanged too much
of our souls.
Now you are afraid
to meet my eyes.
My smiles have beaten you
into submission.
-September 26, 2001
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