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Not Here Not Now

At the very bottom

Of my spirit I have

Bright scissors & a

Deep despair, knowing

The panty-clad gods enjoy

Each our selfish moments—

All the slumber-party-

Handcuffs. The slow dancing

With pillheads. O to smash

Up this endless hallway—

Life’s swelling sickness.

This hate mansion filled

With hospital moans.

O to be unsure in any

Flesh. I’m right here

Beside you. Don’t cry.