fold me up and put me in
one of them piles of last years clothes
and place me in the back right hand corner
of the damp dark closet
hide me, like the broken lamp
you never told your mother about
whole colorful shards of glass and metal
still sparkle seductively from inside your underwear drawer
and i'll haunt you softly
like that reoccuring dream you just can't make sense of
the one that is frightingly realistic
and has you waking up flushed and wanting
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