You will show up in the beauty of my discontent
Your secrets are not safe with me
Subconsciously you inform my sight
Subconsciously your life is a book in my library
I sweat stories
Of counterculture princesses and young men
Practically babies
Twisted and abused
When I was filled with miracles and horror
You were smoking weed laced with PCP outside Gilman
Your entire history is twisted up into my sweat glands
It is not safe
I swear I don’t mean it
But then
I swear a lot
One day you will read about yourself
It will be a self that only you and I recognize
You are a book
My book
Sitting on my shelf
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