of course if its mine I will say it is.
but then if its yours, it must be mine, too. Indeed.
because god forbid you will own it.
perish the thought that you’ve lead the discussion, went from zero to ten, pounced before understanding, shit the bed but I have to pull the sheets off.
else I lie in it.

Put it off then put it on, like a dance you do in a circle facing others. Left hand in, right leg out.
Move the patterns.
Make your choices.
Sink your battleships.
Throw me rolling and burning
underneath the bus.

Wolves are howling…do you hear?
and listen…

whose name do they cry?

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