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Matilda's Poem
I search for you
on dryer walls,
in fitting room stalls,
and dorm room halls.
My love, mon amor.
In Spain they might say,
"la media naranja,"
or, "the other half of the orange."
But that sounds sticky.
I'm useless without you.
So alone.
So many questions would I ask...
Are you lost, too?
Are you willing to try some
kinky stuff like puppeteering?
Would you read Sock-rates to me,
or shall we play Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots instead?
My love, mon amor.
Are you looking for me too,
from the bottom of a shoe,
on a one-legged drag queen
who dreams of pink knee-highs?
My eyes, they google for you.
