Something about his eyes reminds me Of butchers shops. I am more than the Other girls, he says; fist full of facts, mind Wider, hair longer, the right amount of sad.
And yet he looks and chooses all the time. Will this be enough? As he tightens other Flesh, captures bones, I will wonder what Was said in the moments after and before.
Behind the stripes hides nothing but my fear; His obsession, which, as a flash streaks dark, With one saccade, will disappear. Wrapped car- cass of a sacred beast I leave behind no mark.
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ResponderEliminarSomething about his eyes reminds me
Of butchers shops. I am more than the
Other girls, he says; fist full of facts, mind
Wider, hair longer, the right amount of sad.
And yet he looks and chooses all the time.
Will this be enough? As he tightens other
Flesh, captures bones, I will wonder what
Was said in the moments after and before.
Behind the stripes hides nothing but my fear;
His obsession, which, as a flash streaks dark,
With one saccade, will disappear. Wrapped car-
cass of a sacred beast I leave behind no mark.
S.
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