jumping ship at the
first sign of kismet will not
save you from yourself

I ex-
ercise my
demons into you
for you are my partner and
there is no
other way

at the corner of
18th and McClellan
three pink roses pretend to be lilies

framed in the window
ridgid as the glass
deceptive and provocative
scandalous but

at night I dream of dandelions

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you were scanning my body for adhesions

like you know that this perfect thing is broken somewhere or

like you know this thing is perfect because it was once broken

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and though I promise myself [again]
that I will not hotpress macula into shirtsleeves
that I do in fact have enough sacred file cabinets
to [re]store all the affected codes
they always suspect
and know

this poem
is teasing itself
it cannot hide its own meaning
either

my body is not a game
of minesweeper
and I am sick
of dying

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