so more specifically about the poem: this is all i have and i want to extend it but i don't know how yet. this is not quite true to life, either, but it is something i have been thinking about.
someday, my prince will come
but until then we will gyrate and sweat
bodies marked off into parts: yes, no
ye--no. this is the language of sex
when the body is something to overcome:
not there, not there, not there.
someday this will change but now
we re-name the parts of things;
(i don't know what happens next; i am not sure how to take it more personal.)
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