that still reverberate in my head:
that I had a cute coming face
that I have nice areola
that I had cute tan lines
(still nice, despite "cute"
being
vaguely condescending)
and that time you said my name
which was strange, because
I'd forgotten we had
names, we seemed too
temporary for those
but still, nice
and no I won't
apologize (to myself, mostly)
for writing about you, because -
as David and Lena have assured me -
that's just what happens
when you fuck a writer.
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