How can I resolve to tell you?
Nothing more
And nothing less
The way you talk and
The method by which you ignore
The most important liberties behind a door
Arrived here already without much
Time is quick and meddlesome
But you come back, and – make – scum
Marks all down the side
Another futile poisonous chide
Seeps from your poisonous maw
Unreal life in your ego-claw
Festering, rotting in the place
The home of one-time threat
Your fingers press my neck
Pictures
Of My Legs Black
Perhaps a frame would facilitate
The way I talk and
The means by which
I attend to you
My greatest liberty
Is not pretend
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