I am festooned in you. There is my ravaged shin,
the light bounces off
the divot in my arm. I'll lap from your bowl,
cup you in the space
between my hips. Wrap me in your streamers,
your grosgrain ribbon
my trophy. You, my beloved.
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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.