by Robert L. Dean, Jr.
What you always wanted to be.
so much more permanent
to keep you awake nights
what we will make of it when you’re gone.
That phial of white beach stuff on the mantelpiece.
On what island
did you open yourself up
so much that it hurt.
Under which moon
did you pluck those ten thousand
casket that one fleeting moment of
Don’t worry dear.
Your secret is safe with us.
How natural you look this evening.
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