These acts are selfish.
The town is drenched in seawater,
I'm six years past my expiration date,
and you think that you are something
fair. I have had lovers
three time zones away, four inches shorter,
but this is an island that's never forced itself
into my hemisphere before.
You never show me
what you write about us or me
or any relevant plurals.
Approximately five and a half seconds ago,
I lied to you. This table
is an ocean, this table is the state of Texas,
this table is the largest city
that I've ever known. My knees
are not bare for you.
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GAWD, you really write poetry so well Cassy ... I wish you realized this.
Honestly, you reach a place inside of me that is rarely evoked by others' writing. I think you and your art are absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
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