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My vanity is dominating me

I can almost see my body

as a person, I almost

cannot see it at all,

and I’m celebrating the

iron independence of my nightmares,

after years of lover gods

and lover fears.

In my dream last night we meandered

through irradiated township

to find a place

for basking

in our steam

in my dream we had a basket

of things to eat and

a chest beneath your shirt,

you featureless you-

Now lovingly I watch the bowing smoke bush,

fantasize that I walk away both

middle-fingers streaming,

like light for pilgrims.

Bless you darling, bless

every sacred fool.

And all the ones tragically

uninformed:

every Bronte drinking water

that ran between tombstones,

the spectres of brain-eating virus

in picturesque creek-

my future waits for me

patiently

it holds a fist of

pretty weeds,

a scar crossing its

pretty face,

and we are meant

for each other