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I left all my black pens at home. I left my bloody fingertips
And unopened envelopes at home. I changed the way my feet
rhyme with my hands. The way our hands rhyme together.
I changed my name to Mahogany Rental. I'm trying to
Convince you that love is like a room at the Holiday Inn.
The fact that you know you can't stay makes everything worthwhile.

On the bus I read 'AT YOUR SERVICE', 'STOP REQUESTED',
'LOST IN THE COMPLEXITY OF OUR MINDS'.
The exhaust sounds out the words: She loves. She loves.
She loves.
The man stuck saying:
There is no emergency exit when you have a breathing aid.

I always try to think of beautiful things to say to you, but meta-tarsals
Were not made to store my memories, and your shape is a tyrant.
Your shape is the rain beating through the roof.
This is my retribution:
To laugh when you are ridiculous.
To sing when you are crying.
To love when you are nothing. When you are the bird in my jeans saying
That a diet of flowers and moss will keep you slim. But heavy thoughts weigh
Down my hips and I slouch anyway.
This is my retribution:
To give when you are lonely.
To sigh when you are angry.
To live when you are carefree.





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