offering me honours
sorbet for heart-wrenching situations
coffee sweetener wallpaper
those months wondering the climate of your bed
there were days when i was scarlet
but quickly turned mandarine
against mountains, tapestries, escape routes
climbing the town of hobart
fireworks suddenly have the ability to explode in the unseeable bow of the ocean
fireworks suddenly have the ability to explode in the quietest part of me
i’m not a little boy (but i am small)
i long to do all the things the others get to do
like publicities that ship me above
and for another body to reel me in
charmlets indent sleep skin
trying on, conflicting to, explaining toward it
missing it, that one time where / when i remembered
feeling magical
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