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[thedbldee]

Undress me.

[thedbldee]

Calm

undressing of it all— slipping out of something uncomfortable, we are all eyes presenting ribboning wrapper off in the tender light of 2. Loosening counterclockwise, we don't run out of time we are not running.

[thedbldee]

love you derek

teach me.

[thedbldee]

I love the looseness of your tongue, say the sad        with the soothing. gorged on the fruit of being foolishly young we will surely go mad,                       we are moving.

it is safe to assume I’m going to die in your room drown in your shower                press myself like a flower in the book that I wrote-- all the things we never spoke     nothing helpful on every dry page. (you will learn to live in that cage)

[thedbldee]

Far from a centerfold

here is a penny for the person brave enough to take off all of their clothes for a brown eyed blur we’d make the greatest love poem if you cross out every comforting word and drink enough wine until you’re calling people crying while I am laughing just to show that I’m fine a perfect inside joke will you believe me if I tell you that I don’t believe a word that I’ve spoke?

I’d just like to go home

[thedbldee]

Treated you like God

came to kneel at your altar. heaven is a place— it is a room. were I to tear apart the veil would my presence be worthy? these eyes are just eyes after all.

[thedbldee]

Do you really like being alone?

Hands holding elbows up interruption is welcome— is it? Do you like this? Do I like I? If I die eye won't see a thing. That's no answer. Avoidance is comforting (for minutes.)

[thedbldee]

Imagined future:

inside has no lock, “tick” has a “tock” sustained & bearable. The door isn’t closed or is, but less slammed My body is clothed or isn’t, but less damned to a past that has pockmarked the spirit.

A rhyme has a rhyme such as time & time, again I have neither do you either? (of course not)

[thedbldee]

Not Art #20

[thedbldee]

phones are the devil. school or a noose? tough question, tough question... I’m hanging.

I don’t want to die, only punctuate my living. conjugate the purpose of this person I puppet.

I bite my fingernails, and that’s a deal breaker for some. no one wants to be touched by hands so dirty (in a dirt sense). the mud I track inside you will be cleaned until you shine. the worst pain you’ve ever felt already happened.

does that sound hopeful?

[thedbldee]

I didn’t want to say anything, you didn’t want me to leave.

feels foolish to stay but there is sanctuary here. there is, I’ve felt it.

(I might be a fool)

[thedbldee]

Not Art #18

[thedbldee]

[thedbldee]

And it isn't a joke, or some poem I wrote It's the shadow tracing back to every word I spoke

[thedbldee]

sharing a process.

[thedbldee]

You're attractive.

You’re drunk.

[thedbldee]

I'll be loving you from afar, as well as far from loving you Hope that's alright.

first acceptable profession of love I’ve heard this year.

I accept.