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I am delicate, like the things you forget when youʼve drunk too
much and you feel the regret, of too many things said or
whispers in the bed mark my flesh the colour red or lick my
face. In the morning next to you upon your skin I placed a
bruise, watched it spread like an inkblot upon paper. I
browsed upon your freckles, tried to escape the shackles of
my own freckled body and failed.
I have dirt behind my ears, cut my hair with garden shears.
Hose me down cold and muddy, the ocean has drops too few.
Can I bathe with you? You could show me how you are alone.
Never felt so alone. So arrest me for stealing flowers leave me
in a cell for hours and hours or be me my June, je suis la lune,
I hoped that youʼd be coming soon to take the shackles from
my wrists and unclench these balled up boxing fists.