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I got really arrogant.

I got erotic.

When I’m not recounting

dreams about poetry and ash and

lovers and weddings and dog tags,

I do calisthenics facing the mirror

and wonder,

am I doing this right?

I tell my trainer,

the man with two right hands,

what I would give to see her

for the first time.

I think I’m sentimental and a

little too awake right

right past three.

Can’t you come a little closer?

I…

I

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what was I saying?