I found the source of my anger,
I found the source of it all
she made me uncomfortable with that language,
but I'm fiendish, famished, lascivious.
I found in stasis repulsion,
I found eyes smarted by shame
when I was weary your words left me languid,
but you're undressing, disrobing, unattired.
That night I wondered, have they been misinformed.
That night I wondered, can you hear fire?
Can you hold thorns?
This is not your hometown, rolling, lonely.
I guess I'd know.
Do you hear desire, numbered mornings?
Can't give me back now.
Fall for me ignoring
see it fondly, reading Marx.
Black is the reminder, the rest left unmarked
unmarked
unmarked
and then there's strong people
send soon to those I didn't know.
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