O is easily a mouth

perhaps our tendency toward collective backformation allows us all to become smitten with ourselves,

though now in titters!

tallying cringes in learning the game late,

relinquishing the baggage of needing to

discuss.

things.

lest it prevent us from fucking,

though the prospect of merely fucking had put me on edge.

I'm made weak by the familiarity of your structural oddities

and the description of your small self that I'd claim, verbatim:

really really shy & couldn't make it do anything 'cause it knew what it wanted.

to be floored by knowing what I want is different from finding in you a salve for a lack.

could how easy it is to be quiet mean that knowing you is arriving home?

I think I'm gonna say this is a slow burn

like it took me a while to learn how to talk to him and then

we constructed this thing

fact of which has wrenched guards.

I believe this bulimic moment is ousting resplendent shame,

but it may be keeping me from letting on,

knowing how to X in the park,

or returning on the light.

A long time coming, but I'm ousting too the conviction that

sex is not a fatality, but love is.

I want to lose track of how many times we