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paper bars
just what I needed
a morning fuck
to kick off the next
three days
sunrise pussy
is extra sweaty,
both our bodies
marinating in a
bed-like stew,
heated by the fire
of an argument
the night before…
someone didn’t get
their kiss, and someone
didn’t know what for…
you can’t act like
you’re a prize, she said
like, yeah, I’ll take it
if you wanna give it
but you gotta earn that
goodnight token…
shit, I was up till 3 am
wrestling with the
demons of monotony
and work-a-day tedium
like wondering
am I still in the game?
am I still relevant…
or have these paper bars
made my sizzle set……
the worst thing you can do
is act like you deserve it —
like rejections and repudiations
are justly doled out
by some all-knowing god
fuck that…nobody knows shit!
and, listen, you’re not gonna
be for everybody — everyone takes
forever to respond,
that’s just the way it is…
but I’m getting tired of the talk —
to talk is to think, and most of
being scared is thought
too much thinking all around…
but it’s true, what’s most important
must be spoken, so let us be alone
together, let us dabble
in each other’s arms
sure, there’s artifice in all of us
but there’s so much beauty
in desperation too, so much
to admire in everyday dysfunction
I think it’s because our bodies
know much more than our minds
Franco Amati 2024
“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read…”― James Baldwin
