what I like best is the seam
which runs around quietly
excusing itself and ignored
by all the professions
that your body can be.
It soaks you all up
and your displaced smile
and your anxious purpous
they find their way into my delirious
inner negotiations:
a boy made out of bits and pieces, an engine, a turkey
and glasses to steal from the cupboards
as you approach me, walking through grass and crustaceans
why you found me at this center, you probably planned it, job training
you acknowledge me before I wake, this is the only place that I can access your needs, and you bring them to me.
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