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So many beautiful moments
have been ruined by me.
By me rejecting the concept
of loving something
despite its flaws.
By me seeing nothing
but stretch marks everywhere,
on everything, or those two tiny
black waterfalls.  Bones hidden

so far below the surface
you can't tell if its human or animal
dead or alive.  Technology enables
me to play with psychology
but it becomes lonely
like a field of grass.

I am sure I would enjoy it more
if I felt like my hip bones were knives
or that my smile was more of a warning
than a welcoming, or that my hair when wet
could leave your flesh red.  All we want
is to have and to hold someone
that understands us like a bird
understands a worm,
but sometimes it seems
like this is too much
to ask of the universe;

the poor thing is overwhelmed,
gravity and physics and time
tremble and collapse and crash
like the stock market
and all that is left
are the stars and dozens
of wishes falling out of them
like the rust off a dead city.