 
some man
who claws out of a cardboard grave
says thing like,
“i need some confidence”
and all i can think of is you
standing in the hot cone of water
saying indifferent things about my love
because I think of this image in order to calm me
and my sleep
is an exercise in evil
(as practiced by weaklings)
so, you can shove your palm
against my shoulder
so I will
laugh
at goofy lust
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