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you’re orange like me
dipped in tea leaves
popping pills
they sat out for you

curl me up like a wayward yarn
split me open
like your daddy’s oak
put me in convention like
I wanted to be
starve me until I’m
wedding cake
let me let go of it
like I’m learning what I
once knew
string me like your old violin

put weight on the ground
you’re black like me
I told you this
I tell you now
do you keep it around
a messenger in your paws
“What what what did it say?”

incense and eyelids
looking up the stairwell
loving like being defective
is an actual thing
stay up staying up
and hissing your old vows
mmmmmm
that’s right
kick me down stairs
you’re red like me

I’m a circuitous slur
a dumb dim slut
waiting to be high enough
to suit you
mmmm
fit me so tight

spent most of the evening
sobbing to an altar of you
in a poem I wrote
“I’ll never stop loving you
my sweet babe, my sweet bebe.”