if i were to organize my life into three components:
I.
capturing the essence of a conversation. the art in speaking and understanding. communicating. i shy away from lips and mouth and teeth and bone. i fear being scraped. falling. not being able to catch myself. to catch my breath. losing consciousness. this all happens when i get wrapped up in your hair.
II.
inertia. continuing to move. continuing to stay. consistency. refusing to change. accepting to grow.
III.
pornography. not simplified as watching a man build an ego with a pretty woman. more as exposing my fears and what i love. who i love and who i want to love. asking girls on dates. leading boys on. shying away from those who call me gorgeous. call me beautiful. call me pretty and i will put you on a shelf and purposely forget to dust you off. i think about laying down fully clothed and resting my head on my pillow with someone i favor on the other side of my bed. snoring, softly, sound asleep. thinking of better ways to give me the world. this kind of nakedness.
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