My new poem comment if yer interested!?
everytime the closet opens
as my arms extend that length of space
(end to end
they are the length of me)
that fact is in my brain
put in by someone's mouth
an open book?
a dusty novel
laying on the floor
next to clothes worn-
out in sun
under the moons of your eyes
behind the sliding doors
where i find
the question i claim
screaming out
your full name
empty
in the middle
it's core
i wish i knew your middle name.
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