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Dear So-and-So,


It’s been So many days since I last came to you

On my knees, on my back, asking please,

Please for giving me a curve, a kiss,

A series of consonants connected with vowels,

Even howls into myself like a dry wolf

Hoarse with hells and highs to only bell-curve

And belly-up, I pause. Stop. So.


Dear So-and-So,


It’s been So many days since I last thought of you,

Caught you between my fingers like fireflies,

Lighting up each twinkle-tarsalled toca-toca:

Your cockatoo knocking at your elaborate door.

Determined, cresting, anxious: More, I say,

More and more; you must, make me, make more,

And made up, I wake. Stare up. So.


Dear So-and-So,


It’s been So many days since I saw you

Haunting the moth-holes in my memories.

At the temptation of your name, I toss,

I fill with taste and tar. You gum the gun

I goad my hand to pull; shot; run.

But you run ahead, body bound to blaze

And burned up, I stay. Naked. So.

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