(For KM)
Drunk and holding onto it,
after seeing a picture of you
& your vanilla girl.
Hard to imagine her saying
anything unscripted or
ever having need for a diary.
So that’s what you were after,
a girl you could trust
to always be knowable.
You were fearful of my wilderness,
that I could barely keep pocketed
just beneath the surface.
You imagined my damage
as rows of cannibalistic teeth
embedded under my skin
and were afraid for your fingertips.
O, those ravenous zippers
are still waiting to gobble you up, boy.
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