They never found me in the woods
not the dancing archer protecting words
what’s your biggest secret?
what’s more fearful than not wishing to say?
not having any
do people without secrets really exist?
why then, do I carry such a heavy weight
if I opened my mouth I’d quickly fill a lake
did it begin because things are aligned genetically?
or did I act upon some inherited expectation?
why drawn to tragic heroines if not to romanticize
the effort of destroying yourself
even vices are copied and imitated
have no talent for certainty
only freedom found in pretence
hide in a box when the door ball rings
throw up behind japanese fans
I knocked back miniatures
kept company with delusion
talked to the dead more than the living
avoided owning my collusion
sex was a calling card
forgotten on hall table
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