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If I disected my brain- myelin sheeths and membranes
will you piece them together to find the impression of your face?
I've had my fill of music
tones- noise.
This is not how I imagined it.
Hazy and illuminated
you sitting next to me
hands touching
wanting
to be so much closer
to come into me
to posses, to stand in
my body, your bones
as my bones. That's how close.

I had my fill of men
toes tapping, fingers
reaching to dance
with me
This was not how I imagined it
Groping, pushing down lungs,
vacuuming out the air.
The pavement on a residential street, head smoothed over
like an oil painting on a harsh cool canvas.