oh, these little wars
we fight with ourselves.
original?
no.
these things you think are unique
are just things i took from you.
as you threw them away
in an ecstasy of not needing them,
of feeling so full of thoughts--
i sucked them in, i sucked you in.
and you think i’m original
because in my words you recognize something of yourself.
i have embraced the miasma of your charm
you are safely the same.
i like the strange fascination of blond chest hair.
i especially like the way you wrap those hands around my forearms
and push them over my head.
oh, this little war
i fight
so that when you light me up
my x-ray will stay dark.
Author notes
Written September 18th, 2006
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