Lonesome capsule in deep space decent
If love can lift me up or press me down
Let it do either/or
And free me from this sullen purgatory
Where I wait smiling in deathlike
repose
For succor comes from the unwanted, but
needy happy words
Strike ashy lips like harpoon blows
And open skin like split peas waiting
For hands and lips
And narrow girdled waists
Long nails pick delicate imperfections
from my face and neck
Left bleeding and trembling
Waiting
Watching
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