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“all that blooms must fall.”
— Marilyn Chin

We are looking
to be told

that we know
better than

this. Piece of sky.
The threshold.

The door. Fear.
I run. I

run. Falsetto of
the lonely boys.

Lured and pinned.
Cajoled

against the pane.
All my

heroes are wisps
trapped by

others. Lust bates
us. I stutter.

I rasp. The things
I do to hide

my lisp; railroad
car, black

boot, fist. My
empire would

be an empty
sky, without all

you hateful
things. Yet I fear

such emptiness. I
step close

to you. I want
you. What else

is there but
this? I’ll show you

the jackscrew,
the twist, the turn;

how you make
love a mess,

make lust a
deceit, make

desire
false.

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We are looking to be told that we know
better than this. Piece of sky. The threshold.

The door. Fear. I run. I run. Falsetto
of the lonely boys. Lured and pinned. Cajoled

against the pane. All my heroes are wisps
trapped by others. Lust bates us. I stutter.

I rasp. The things I do to hide my lisp;
railroad car, black boot, fist. My empire

would be an empty sky, without all you
hateful things. Yet I fear such emptiness.

I step close to you. I want you. What else
is there but this? I’ll show you the jackscrew,

the twist, the turn; how you make love a mess,
make lust a deceit, make desire false.