Who am I apart from you
let's try it, stand
over there,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't mean
to laugh, I can't, I'm sorry
I stretch! I blur!
let's draw a line
good. more. blacker. scribble!
That feels funny
I arch I bend.
Put a knife there
I don't know, I heard about
it somewhere. I just want to
feel that. Oh, feel that?
What is that?
I'm sorry, it feels like you took
my arm off, and tickled the
plastic joint in my armpit.
I think, I-
even if you were one of those green butterflies
we'd be together
like this.
nov 3 08
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