if I have to be separate from you
I want where you hurt most
to fester in smiles
I want where you bleed
the map of the world
I want what you swallow
your gains and digest your losses
give me the ribbon
made from all your mistakes
let’s make a dancehall
out of all your negative traits
I want to breath the helium
from all of your lightheartedness
show me the axe of you
that chopped down all of your charm
I want to see
where the homeless grit of you lives
give me a list of the reasons
you were born, this time!
let’s make a deal
where you get none of the cards
but win
can we make all of your sensibilities
into seasons of the year?
let’s tweeze all your sensitivities
into mocking-yourself for fun
can you have anecdotal amnesia
and be here now?
look at where a freight train of love
has dismembered you
you have no reasons to justify
the radiance of your being
so carry on
as if now is all that matters . . .
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