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890 B
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19 lines
890 B
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like the residue collecting on once white dishes,
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dulling porcelain to gray, plastic to smoke.
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like boredom accumulates on the windowsill
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on a humid day and rises as steam.
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like falling in love because you were bored,
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and getting married because you were mad.
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like promises collapse into the arms of independence,
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and forget to bring your lunch to school.
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like words in other dimensions which crawl on your skin,
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but don’t burrow and make homes when they’re needed.
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like lovers who appear on wanted posters in vacant suburbs,
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for trying to cash the check from your pink checkbook.
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like the grocery store changes the refrigeration units in the dairy section,
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so the milk can still taste like stomach cramps.
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like brown eyes which well up with tears,
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but bitten tongue leads to ruined orgasm.
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like missing hand pressed against hand, lip to lip,
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tenderness you cannot trust yourself with.
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