I love the way you move like an angler fish
Proclaiming light in assist of predation
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Spurious but nonsensical
I watch you scrap acrylic paint
From beneath your fingernails
There is something incapacitating
About your art, the way it arrests
The larynx and by default expression
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There are ten steps from your door to mine
I wear them into my soles daily
You perpetuate my experience of humiliation
By always keeping your door ajar
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I’ve glimpsed your heart red and buoyant
Like a semi-submerged apple
In an antiquated game
To taste your flesh would be preemptive
Of murder but whose I am not sure
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You consume without love
Only those whom you can mesmerize.
There’s too much effort in nonchalance
So you wait, nudging my palate
With a sweetness that is not entirely synthetic
Given your avaricious attention to detail
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