Pressing     chunks     of     scab     onto    –1–   –2–
microscope slides is a kind of sexuality.

Lust as: In —3— body, what can —4— body   do?
—5— body is the only skin it is safe for —6— to
touch.

Don’t   look   with   lust   ‘cus —-7—-   in   —8—
heart   is   how   the   innocence —9— off —10—
frame in chunks.

      Instead, look at yourself.

—11—   body evolves into   a   trigger   that   springs
back   —12—   —13— noticed   too     early,   and   it
became   a   —14—   and   then   a   scary   way     to
measure —15—.

If   —16—   see   —17—   wilt   avocado   green   and
—18—   looks   nice,   there   is   a   point   –19–   can
push where a switch flips soft milky grey.

      Leading is nice but

loose   drool   on   a   warm   —20—   cheek   is   a
sweet —21— for a —22— –23– to sleep.

To   dream   of   being   a   —24— mouse   blessed
with a stockpile of —25— crumbs.

Nooked   behind   a   small   —26—   molding,   a
plump rodent —27—.

A clever   nuisance,   nooseless   and   too   —28—
for     any     evil     consequence     for   —-29—-   a
—-30—- and saying yes.

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                                bw: 10
  You always arrived late to the history. It’s as if a story started three generations ago gassed you backwards.
Left you the epilogue of a Ghostface b-side. Look, the name will get mispronounced. The streets, repaved.
        No monuments got built, only photos of old folks: their faces all muddied with time.

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                                bn: 50
We stand precisely in the doorway—neither both nor none. Guest nor host. Speak in neutral tenses, dress in
  night palettes. Half our verbs are borrowed, but everything makes sense. When asked where we are from,
    we point towards the sellers at the door. We smile back in chrome mirrors that show you your own
                            question’s shape.

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