I want to be understood more than I
want to be alive
I would rather be together with you
and have us tear our souls
Out into pieces and eat each other
alive feasting in the poetry and dance
Than to face an eon of monotony in
the safety of a woman staring blankly
Pretending this was life as if she
saw me
Even in her cuddle soft complacent
breach back
Knit in routine and hammer down,
knives for cooking drawers
Compartments; I want the fire
Burn me alive baby!
Let me lick fourchette to commissure
Down to up and diagonal until heads
explode
Done being told to sit in the corner
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