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i have detached myself at last

i have detached myself at last

no one brings me sandwiches anymore

in the morning


opening doors, watching the birds

at the feeder,

opening and closing

my mouth


bring me olives in bed

but you are gone, just a sour

scent on your pillow



men compared me

to Grecian statues as if

they wanted me to be still


i leaned over bodies of water

held a rope to swim into a cave

clutched the chubby waists of Italian

men who wanted to fuck me



i hold my breath until you fall asleep

put late night TV

into my heart


i wanted everything

and so i ran in

arms wide, panting.


Posted 04/05/19
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