THIS PAIN REMINDS ME OF PAIN

the girl is crimson dance

I sleep with my fists clenched

 

boneless dream dreamless dream

flash back for flesh bags

 

I rode a time machine to stop my preconception

you still went into emotional labor

 

performance is not an issue

shine your boots on the escalator fur

 

not washed enough for hummus

I freeze blackberries then my hands

 

at my lowest boiling point

we can debate mandatory heaven

 

imagine my confusion when you told me

castration is not the solution

 

I spend half my time loading

dried frappuccino and strawberry shakes

 

I saw her through rising sugar dust

your glass perpetuation

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