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boys
empty out my head things
like you’d empty your pockets for bus fare
and with the same intention
a few stops
then you’re off
though i couldn’t tell you where
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open up to me beneath your sheets
like you’d open up your umbrella on a rainy day
that is, if you hadn’t forgotten it again
a drizzle
just a few more blocks
i don’t think you could even recall my name
a brilliant movie about the
a brilliant poem about the way some men objectify women