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today is a forest of silence
and I am the joker in drag, I am the wondrous leech. Mother, today I bought you flowers, I bought you flowers but I can’t remember where I’ve been for the past 2 hours or why I am stark naked and cold as glass. today the words don’t stick to my inside like they used to. I hate my teeth. I bite when I kiss. I wish I could melt into the scenery, melt into this faux-leather chair and become a neon sign that says WILLING TO PERFORM TAXIDERMY ON SELF FOR A COUPLE OF HUGS. these smears of lipstick this tightrope march over my own sleepless form – they’re not helping either, and – -- doctor, doctor? -- today the world fell away like a pair of old pants. these could be anyone’s legs. instead they are mine and paint-white and wrapped around the amphibious shape of a boy. Mother, Mother, happy birthday, and thank you for this lust for loudness. thank you for a name I can’t pronounce, a name I can’t down to get drunk, thank you and please turn off the light.
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