By slug
Date: 30 January 2001

untitled

So i don't measure up
     and am bothered more than necessary

the image reflected in your eyes is
                                  half-sized
                                  actual-sized
                                  child-size

     misformed thoughts puddle on the lips
          where unforseeable insecurities swim
               and werewolf macrame soldiers
                      march towards salvation
                                       (damnation?
                                        frustration?
                                        vexation?) to solve
    
      the (elusive) tongue you speak
          mutilates the endearment of your
                     embrace

only the mud leaves a permanent reminder
                  of the presence i fear you'll erase
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