sometimes it happens so quickly –
looking at a person and seeing inside,
pins and needles in a current traveling up your spine and taking residence in each prickle of gooseflesh
in a flash, you see the core of a person,
as fast as the pull and push of a single breath
there it is,
right there, in the furrow of the brow line,
taking up the vast blackness of the pupils,
all the pain and disappointment oozing itself out of two lash-lined windows
and just as fast, they close up –
not even a chisel or a bulldozer could open them again
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Heart Breathings 