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Her Beltway 

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 

HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE 

SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE 

THEY THEY THEY THEY THEY       

 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 

HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE 

SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE 

THEY THEY THEY THEY THEY     

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I WANT.  LONG. YEARN. 

HE SHE THEY HE SHE THEY HE SHE THEY HE SHE THEY HE SHE HAS HAS HAVE HAS HAS HAVE

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 

NEVER

NEVER

NEVER

CAN

HE SHE THEY

ALWAYS FOREVER WILL
BEAT BOP BEEP

A CIRCLE–MERRY-GO-ROUND

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

MY BOTTOM SITS SAFELY GLUED

UNMOVING–As the metal under me spins, spins, spins past

HE SHE THEY

AND 

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I AM

TRAPPED on this noisy ride

Alone.

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Sonia Chintha

Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.

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