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Spaghetti knots

The optimism of five metres, the bad judgement of one

Butcher block boobs

fall into my mouth

and I lick

the salt in sweat

like an animal left by

the houses of history

to wolf down whatever

comes and doesn’t

which is meat shaking

and dried

because I’m told

that I need to be softer

so I let go

only to experience

the hardest thing of all


I see you

and your nakedness

in your clothing

and how you’re talking about

some populations of people

who don’t have it so well

and how others have even less

which is how I want

to leave you


and wanting more


There is something

in creating measuring tape

to see how wide your arms are

and finding out

you made the tape too long

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