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Floating Wick in Petrol

I am too happy to see him.

Someone must be blamed. Perhaps

the therapist or my marrying young.

Say, are you really this beautiful?

I dream a woman puts a gun in my mouth

to make me choose—lustrous, sleek, sexed.

Next a jade green sandal from a bottom

drawer. Suede wedge with straps

that wind around my shin. My foot

in the smooth cradle is lavish, ignitable.

Please, say you are a dress I can put on for tonight,

say you are a gun or untouched leather

purse, a beaded belt or denim

patch or felt-bottomed box or basted hem, say

you are a spiral binding or photo of a forest

framed in beeswax, say a hat pin, say a buckle

say a gun or polished knob, say anything