I am not a man who visits desire.
A shriveled fruit, a pillar of salt
my emptiness splits me like a moat.
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I am the alter ego who got away.
a crippled fetus, a dissident fugue
the light shrugs me off like a ghost.
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I sleep with the corners tucked in
that I can keep the darkness close
for in that darkness I have no distinction.
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I haven’t written very much poetry lately nothing that you haven’t seen so I am very rusty
For
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