I come over wearing everything
 I own
so it takes forever to get to
 the bottom of things, and
 you take forever to say

we take our time licking at the scratches.\
the wounds from the boulevards
stay wide open
like our suspicions,
a flood when teeth are involved.
we drown in each other’s
solipsist phrases
keep going
you taste a tad like probity
ruined but I can’t tell if it’s
me or the other ones doing it.
i feel a lot like chapel steps.
but taste like others’
men and
i look like
what do I look like?
like someone waiting

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