A poetry blog about love, loss, sex, sexuality, gender, depression, fantasy, and everything in between.
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Sitting in the booth, straw
between my fingers
I commit.
Again
with my cursor on
send, again when you ask
why.
The words dry.
I’ll hire an actress to sit
beside me,
take your hands.
My understudy, speak
my lines.
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