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This is different from most of the things I've read on this forum, but here goes. Happy, Ben? You convinced me.
i howl in my nursery, unaware.
with my deck of cards and my easy grin,
i'm ready to take you on in eyeliner and heels.
how much like a dream i'm becoming:
you're wondering, watching me, and i know.
every day. i draw hemorrhaging goldfish
in black pencils and pastels. oil paints.
validations like silk and wrinkled linen,
sometimes stained with blood from uneasy nights,
draping over my eyes and yours.
and my roots, untorn, un-uprooted.
you know? that apple's been bitten.
that fruit's off the vine.
mutilation in Technicolor is the only worthwhile kind.