I have never held more than a plastic replica of an airplane in my hand.
I want to tell you that the reason my face is red
Is because it is a vestigial simulation of vulnerability—
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There is no reason for me to display this color.
I am not sea coral.
I have no reason to announce my poisonous flesh.
I never wanted to write you into a poem
And maybe that’s why it got washed off in the shower.
I’m sorry if I’ve turned you into a regurgitated fact of my life.
Hopefully I have covered you with enough undetached rabbit parts
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