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I am a bird,
Living freely and winging whenever I please.
I am a Toyota car,
Travelling long distances while preserving its fuel.
I hold your memory
in my poetry-
the words both haunt
and caress me.
Bird’s sweet song
through the crack in the door
There are lines
imprinted on your face
Withdrawal from you is like removing all the blood from my own veins.
All they know is to use sadness and remorse as a prop to convert rants into sad pieces of poetry
I could write you a long poem
About the loneliness of the HIV-positive man
But that would be unfair to me
I drive around with the lamps all put out
and the moon sunk. A thin rain
drummed against the roof of my car,
a certain downpouring of emotions.
The end came sooner than I thought
We had a shorter forever than I had in mind
When the next full moon comes,
I’ll think of a perfectly peppered smile.
I’ll think of the wool that held me in close and how, for once, I let myself go.
It was so wild.
Father. Fathers. Two or three.
I’m left with confusion on what you are to me.
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