would it work if you think i think
you smell like a rainy day
cleopatra even, sometimes
that you think like you're thinking, eat
just the right amounts
could say anything I wanted to hear say everything I want to hear
that i roll on my tongue the dark silence you throw at me
with all the false bravado of a corned dog
if i ask would you give me
the light hairs on your arm
the layer of fat you wear around your middle
the back of your knee ever so lightly layered with prickly hair
your thin shoulders shrugging off my stupefying calm
I stagger around the right spaces you fill
lick from the floor the munch you use to turn your brain to mulch
the steam spiraling out from behind your ears
your bony ankles your lucid days, few and far in between
the meaningless snigger you let hover in the air between us
knocking too and fro between us
your lack of interest, the coldness.
you believe in your karma don't you? your stars and your preordained destiny
i pin you like a fly to this pattern.
i watch in every single way
the things you let me think you say
you touch my wrist
i quiver, flinch.
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