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I love clothes that fit like that
in the throes of love, in my toes
of shoes that fit like that
a pain of what's underneath
socks, lace panties, and bruises
in the shape of fingertips
that fit like that
a dull watch wrapped around
my wrist with time in the space
that I leave in the place of my heart
made for a life that I can make
fit like that, in the palm of your hand
a blueprint, a plan, a formula
for poison- ingested and crude
sitting noisy in my stomach
digested in my body and rotting
sitting here, naked and lewd
in a sexual position where I'm sure
you can fit like that
those clothes and shoes,
the socks, lace panties, and each bruise
on the floor. My disposition bearing all
waiting for more than can
fit like that
