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Would you still love me if I was a worm
No let me rephrase that
Would you still love me if I lost value
Would you still want me
If I broke all of the vows
Turned into something
you never agreed to be with
Became unable to be a wife
Would you still love me
If I couldn't be a wife, a mother
If I could never be a friend again
Would you still love me
Even as I grew unable to clean
Unable to cook
unable to walk on my own
Would you still love me
Would you still think of me The same
I guess honestly
Would you still love me if I was a worm
I am
when I drink
a birthmark
removal
expert
or an angel
privately sad
who prolongs
with a rabbit
held together
by grief
a whale’s
insomnia…

Boredom is a mirror’s god.

Pianos
in the winter
are cruel.
 Mar 25 neth jones
matt r
(i feel aqua

/cola

dragged up
by a heavy
stomach
of bubbles)

the in-
tuneness
has always
been new

but here

she is
in her
drowning
way

spinning
me in a
centrifuge
of lipping
waves &
whirlpools
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