me, little tile of flesh
mottled, remodeled, messed-up-fucking-mind
feeling like cirque du something:
ineloquent, inelegant
tracing your contours, all you
nameless judges, begging your
caresses, even for a moment
knowing and not knowing that
i am good, great, fantastic
completely unwanted.
in my new house the walls are
perfect abs, something worth
staying up for
or at least something worth
the sentence: "no thanks"
the floor is all tiles, tiles for ages
of all colors and all cuts all chosen
by me, ringleader, circus-master
not for once, not this time,
not the elephant or
the monkey
or the clown
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