I don’t like little chocolates in foils
or three-inch high heels.
The first person I kissed had lips cold
like a saltwater halibut.
When I walk, I feel like a ring of keys
bouncing against a bony hip.
I have never had an orgasm.
I have a pair of red tennis shoes
and when I wear them
I become even more clever
and intelligent and charming.
Some nights,
when I look out at my garden,
I feel this unknowable entity
which I can’t grasp,
and the tears hidden inside me
momentarily
catch their breath.
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