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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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