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A flawed freckle on my
arm. Our feet broke apart,
soft train lights at night

Our socks don’t match.
Dress like a man, undress
like a punk. I made you

right, made your heart
a full ear of corn.
I won’t give you any

roses. You whipped
out the potato peeler
Wrong utensil, I said

and you said, I don’t
care. You’re still
getting shucked.




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