Truth is desire / there, I said it / as if the cost of admitting
something was something / geographic, like a tiny / blinking bug
made of ideas a spy / adhered to you / All knowledge brings up
new problems / All knowledge brings up is new
problems, but that’s exactly / what we are / desiring, there
I said something adhesive / a body that always
thought it was the consequence / of an image / And finally, here
we are coincident / trysting in a flare / of flesh / You
called while I was riding / the F for the first / time in weeks, too
dark to make out / the graffiti / I wrote my name on
a beige building wall / and it became a thing again / I say there
are butterflies / in my stomach / You say what
the fuck are butterflies / doing in your stomach?
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