i want to be loved

2006-02-07 9:59 a.m.

from the knee downward, sloping, coming
to a stop

there has to be an answer to this, the question
of my posture, the effort
i have undertaken
in feeling that i might be beautiful

despite appearances

formulaic, i am standardized to be present at the moment
when revelation hits, and my discomfort
over everyday occurences
is brittle, is catching at the heel
of it's older brother

let our names reflect these aspects of us, that we were destined
the try and fail and fuck up
the best things we were ever given.

i will lay my hands on heaven, when the time comes,
i will give these hands to heaven.

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