i find myself playing fetch for this woman
i love it
i see things for her everywhere
an old bug's wing, a drawing pencil, a small robot...
mostly i just amass things
occasionally i go to her door with one
but never in to her married place
this is the first match my penis
has watched from the bleachers
cheering ravenously, abusing the ref
in dreams, i mean sleep,
though miles apart, we have met
centre court, fully intact
i have not seen her face in years
but we have seen our ideas
we maintain abnormal walls
to bounce off of and collide
into each other in a moment
in a low pressure room
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