she spills the moon
into my hands
while i wave goodbye
trying not to let the water
well up
or crash this city
which looks so beautiful
with its buildings all lit up
like distant stars
where life may be
if only i climb
into the night and
let it climb into me
but then i’m reminded
that they are empty
for everyone has gone home
and few look up anymore
and i
look back to
the other side of the moon
it’s closed
*
sexually
i’m repressed
from sex
and from the i
lost in others
who has followed footsteps
dug deep in snow
so as to not
get his feet wet
with feeling
*
don’t let me
pollute me
with what you think
i think
and what i’ve become
for you
for i
am him if you need him
even if he
is only the leftover bites
gone bad and polluted
but insist on not
wasting food
for there are those
without
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