Laura Buccieri

Laura Buccieri lives in Manhattan, where she is getting her MFA in Poetry at The New School. She is a participant of Ashbery’s Home School. You can find her forthcoming and most recent work in Prelude, Potluck, Word Riot, The Seventh Wave, Nourrir, and FORTH.

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on being mistaken for my girlfriend’s brother at the wash and fold

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no really

it’s not a joke

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i exhale my breath

throwing ha out

of my mouth a big smile

because this is most definitely uncomfortable

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no no i’m not her brother

we live together like

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this is the man’s attempt at bonding in a second language stringing words together like

resemblance and bro interrupted by wide eyes and red cheeks a softened voice sweat

immediately he looks like he’s prank called the president and i’ve caught him but

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i reassure

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it’s ok it’s ok don’t worry

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my girlfriend echoes

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it’s fine it happens all the time

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the one other time

at the supermarket

i just nodded

head down

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yes i am

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not strong enough

yet i have the magical

powers to make situations

uncomfortable i’m uncomfortable because

he’s seen my wine red boxer briefs the deodorant stained t shirt i wear to bed the jeans i wore last

night when my girlfriend ran her hand up and down my thigh

and maybe that’s why he feels

close enough

and i don’t mean to but

i turn my feelings off

make sure that

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this man

this nice man

feels reassured

that it’s not him

it’s me

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it’s us

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when my mom gets asked about her son

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and i feel so much

of being dealt with

through all of this

and i am a girl

and that is her rope

she holds tight

and i am scared

that i don’t

know how i feel

no time to think

because i am always

p

it’s ok

it’s ok

p

but it’s not

and there are no

words and i am no

one occupancy

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i span a life line

i am that kid you see

around familiar face

that will answer to

anything

anyone

anyway

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