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I look for you
with glass neatly cut.
I've been mistaken
about the erection I grew.
Warmth is a word
that does not translate
into truth.
I find you everywhere
when I drop volume
and
shut my mind.
Are you waiting patiently
for me to appear?
To recognize you
standing there
with a
plexiglass sincerity
and
a bleeding wrist
Unknown to both of us
was the fact that
outside of our
isolated condoms
the dripping medicine
was
already
beginning to heal.