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Impressions from Four Days at CUPSI

That you will not pick up on the image of you I have scratched into my finger.


All bodies are perfect attempts at humanity, but I know yours

Was so much more painful to forge.

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I could never talk clearly about attraction anyway.

I want to unironically call you a snowflake,

And maybe if I reduce you to an unmeltable marvel

This will give me permission to cradle you in my palms

To learn the microclimates that formed you,

Just as I want you to learn my unironic mother hands.

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