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you take off your clothes
& become nothing, a log too wet to throw into a fire

In my dreams: the bouquet
falls from the sky.

Sometimes it's on fire.
Sometimes it's just a skull

but I catch it--
I catch it, every time.

For years I craved the red
shock of her anger.

What do you do with tenderness
when all you expect is fury?

grief can taste of sugar if you run
your tongue along the right edge

Again, let me tell you what I know about trust
--not a damn thing. So let me tell you what I know
about forgiveness--this joke can go on & on, see?
I guess I'm trying to understand what makes a man
carry guilt the same way he would a bat.

woah….this is…woah :O