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Stuttgart, in the second person
unfinished, unread

You always wanted to know what Im like when Im not trying.
Here.
This is the closest youll get.

I dont arrive like you think. I dont fill a room. I dont shimmer. I dont wear perfume, mostly because I dont want to be remembered in a way that feels rehearsed.
My body walks in before I do. Thats what theyve told me, anyway.

My breasts they move differently now. The right one feels heavier in winter. I dont know why. I notice it when I lie on my side and think too long.
I dont wear bras unless I have to.
My ass is wide. Its not shapely. Its not tight.
It just takes up space.
When I sit down, I settle. I dont perch.
Ive stopped apologizing for that.

Theres a mark below my left shoulder blade I never tell the story behind it. But I wait to see if someones brave enough to ask.

If I invited you to Stuttgart if I asked you to meet me in the way that actually matters we wouldnt go anywhere public.
No cafés.
No skyline bars.
Just the walk down the long, sloped alley behind the Staatsgalerie.
Theres this metal door no one notices. Inside? Its nothing. Just space. Wood. A table.
A chair thats too low to be useful.
Thats where Id take you.
Because you dont need atmosphere. You need absence.
Thats where you hear things best.

Id undress without speaking.
No glances. No seduction.
No script.

This is not a striptease show.
Its shedding.
I remove what doesnt belong not for you. For air. For ease.
Clothing isnt armor. Its delay.

When I touch you and I would it would feel like a question you thought you buried.
One hand on your chest.
Just that.
Still.

Some call it erotic massage.
Thats not what it is.
Its what happens when hands stop performing and start listening.

Youd leave changed. I wouldnt ask how.
Youd want to say something probably a compliment.
Dont.

Because its not about beauty.
Its about recognition.

You were seen.
Thats enough.

I wont follow you out.
But Ill still be there in the next silence you dont know how to break.