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tissue paper armor
the woman
like me
bows to art
we hurt each other shredded
just to write suture
and pigment-patch
us back
together
let's laugh aloud
as tears dilute
each medium
stab me a heart my dear
and i'll help you matte it
(pretending it's not mine),
we'll systematically hang it
using a level
a worn rounded hammer
and 3/8 inch tacks;
hidden
behind a sculpted wooden frame
that cherubs committed suicide
to be depicted in
i'll ignore your fear
to all the way fall
and will trash pick
sandpaper scraps
to polish my shit
hide
and rise
behind our art
because it's not life
or death
we waste our time on
it's love
like me
bows to art
we hurt each other shredded
just to write suture
and pigment-patch
us back
together
let's laugh aloud
as tears dilute
each medium
stab me a heart my dear
and i'll help you matte it
(pretending it's not mine),
we'll systematically hang it
using a level
a worn rounded hammer
and 3/8 inch tacks;
hidden
behind a sculpted wooden frame
that cherubs committed suicide
to be depicted in
i'll ignore your fear
to all the way fall
and will trash pick
sandpaper scraps
to polish my shit
hide
and rise
behind our art
because it's not life
or death
we waste our time on
it's love
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