We didn't know the guy
in the truck
who's that guy?
my sister asked,
and I wondered if city people
expected to know everyone
they saw around town.
I just saw a woman in the locker room
she's known me since before I knew what knowing meant
she's the one who asked if the kid was my boyfriend
that time I saw her skiing
he wasn't,
but that's the kind of thing you don't keep quiet
around here.
And when I told the woman checking me in at the gym
my name
she nodded like
of course it was me
I never go to the gym
but the gym lady knows me too.
It's soft like a pillow
and comfortable like knowing the leaves will get orange in October
having a big hug of people
around me.
Posted in response to the challenge The Value of Communities - Writing .
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