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Paint me whole world. Find the one cloud left in my spite tres bon. too good… As in what Katherine Hepburn’s voice sounded while she spoke of Abe Lincoln Yes, true, I lied—— that kind of beauty– a hammer to the heart. Yes, true, I cried—– let’s play chess on the stars! they’re so close in the milky way we can each have our own let us go. Let us leave move your knight wear your cake-cracked ballet shoes pitched so black 90 miles per hour I am outside of the lines near that fire escape where I begged you to save me. You refused touch. You refused touch for so long I don’t even know what science feels like anymore. Something about me having actual power. Something about crumble. Something about my power, but BABY—– WHAT is more alive than a million little pieces? --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support