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​trippy (bedroom sonnet)
                        after Catullus 2
 
trippy, this bird
you let under the sheet
of your shirt, eyes
on me, making light
of the weight
of your feelings, a skittering
on your skin, if it hurts
you’re asking for it
should be soaring like a god
into the sky, should be
pouring out an ecstasy of song, should
should should should should should should
should should should
should should should
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