Part of a bunch of poems inspired by uncommon strangers
Dreams on pause
And patience wrung,
Dripping with Purell.
Same goes for patients
And you,
With the piercing.
I can tell you now,
They'll make you take it out.
They'll expose the perforated girl
Sitting across from this aged boy.
Our brains have all
Discovered the knives.
Strangers that hate
and love hell,
Hate and love each other.
I think I love you.
We are strangers
And each other
And everyone without an ending--
Continuing in dismembered ears,
Paintings of spit and lead,
Books and broken ovens.
Get to know me,
I know I love you.
But when you learn my name
We'll be strangers once again.
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