Of The Terrible-terrible, Read Count : 36

Category : Poems

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Do you know how tearable your white, ironed shirt is?
Do you know how terrible it is that I cannot
Grab it, wrap my hardened fists around it,
And
Pull the wrinkled texture nearer to my skipping chest?

It is not that you surround me with aggression
It is that you surround me
And with a passionate chest, I have a fractured skip
I want no fraction of you

But within the adored intimacy of your fair frame
The fewness of friendship gives me passivity
It leaves me hopefully resolute
A non-zero-sum game
A gain
A finite gain

Yet again, I dream of your tormented tale
And of the riddance of our distance
And of the terrible-terrible, that tormentous
'I cannot!'
And
Do you know how tearable your white, ironed shirt is?

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  • Nov 19, 2019

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