which makes sense because so do the tides
and I'm water too.
Making copies and sending faxes
residing upstairs
steals my fireI'm pleased that my fantasy is imperceptible
when the room is blackish
minus the glimmer on one nightstand.
And its easier to catalogue his blemishes
in the morning.
Dropping hints like bombs
my love detonates
its reliably unreliable,
so I expect the unexpected.
Riding the wave of duality
I'm so desperate to smell the salt at Watch Hill
dig a hole to China
and stonewall jackson.
Eight cups of infinity behind me
as I retire from the game
in flux
with a smile, without a plan.
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