novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gift horse i looked you in the mouth and saw me you like her; i can tell. you and she share something past what you want to feel with me. this is me pushing you towards her. shoving your back in little increments, just above the small of your back, just above that spot i accidentally touched last week and felt you relax under my hand. you don't want me, you want her. i have to call the dentist and write thank-you notes. i do not have a perfect body. i do not have a mind for poetry. i am assembled differently than you think. don't lean, don't pause. 3:00 pm - 11.29.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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