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the magic word

A friendly gesture

that’s supposed to break ice

stabs me a little

every single

time

 

Two syllables

that alienate

shout out my difference

but not celebrate.

 

Three seconds

before the spell is cast

I’d cringe and wait

while you open your mouth and

enunciate.

 

“________

_____.”

 

Wrapped in the familiar echo

I’d return a weak smile

wondering if ever

this box would disappear.

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