i have orders to touch you
& i have to master my landscape in some way
did you say anything yesterday that could meet me?
or in my outnumbered mouths
did i forget to meet you?
nothing here is truefalse
i can shiver without the cold
my face flushed red from some wolf pills
your laugh huge from the antidepressants
i touched you through fog & through text message
i touched you with my hand
i am confused & my pathways are allowing a sift of desire
back in: if i could wish to not wish
like being duped by one cent
like resisting the urge to take your clothes off
in the ancient chinese tea ceremony museum
whatever this skin is under my nails
from however long ago
its like that
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