“It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing
that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.”
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
[negative: “i don’t want to get over you”]
no Garden of Eden my creation story
me cast from Teflon + every repellent
known to human history
then drawn physically + powerfully
to the impossible compound you
radium + lanthanum + barium
if not impossible at least unstable
thus eventually + predictably gone
leaving only this black hole my sorrow
[positive: “you're the only thing I ever want anymore”]
bruised&broken
i am risen now
most men offer you
only their hearts
but i must confess
you own me skin&bone
if you take my hand
because it is my hand
fingers laced with fingers
you have taken everything
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