It was in your bed
I finally grasped the
value of destruction.
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To write about one’s
self is to go from subject
to object, and back.
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What I loved about
you was—perversely—all
I despised in myself.
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You never called it
making love—I was only
yours for the taking.
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I want men to perceive
me as threatening—
not just a distraction.
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And here’s a non-serious one, for posterity.
Things that always amuse
me: Men on scooters,
“special sauce,” marmosets.
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