Painfully I am attempting to make myself
large
and full of holes
that instead of being tossed
from hand to ambivilent hand I might be
run through
Dear tiresome invertebrate love,
I am still in you
still swim within you
I am simply sober
and no longer know some
"pheromone opiate sting,"
And our hello was murky
as our goodbye
was never drawn
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