Experience

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Hands on my shoulders,

mouth close to mine. My hands

shook, rings clattering

against my belt buckle. Cold air

***

on my back, the sound

of a button hitting the floor.

I knew I was trembling, afraid

I’d also fall down and roll,

***

lost forever under the refrigerator.

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About the Author

Amanda Laughtland lives near Seattle in the house where her grandparents lived for nearly 50 years. Her chapbook of poems inspired by “missed connections” personal ads, I Meant to Say, is available from overhere Press (//www.overherepress.org). Please see //www.overherepress.org for more poems and information about the books and zines she publishes.