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[  ] blood runs green and the [     ] one i will let let me / i will let it run me good and green into its pockets until i don’t run at all / i will simply fall in / i am a whole entire [   ] but i can be yours for a small monthly fee [  ] it could all be / every red cent around [    ]

 

how do i [    ] / how do i convince you

 

i tell you that “I am the ideal candidate” [    ] that i give more than i can, that i would even [   ] suck up [     ] my own desire, as if i desire more labor, less time / as if any desire were left un-bled-dry / it ripens with age but in the dire [    ] we realize it gets squeezed

 

my experience includes a childhood best friend’s mother / she restocked hallmark cards at walmart / babysitter-less we went with and worked too, ripping the bags apart and letting the glitter fall on us, shining like [   ]

 

we lit up this way / [  ] help her to [   ] herself / to finish her degree and make good on her ascent to some grace / more than good, when we left she would give [  ] money for our time / so time and time again i turned minutes untimidly [  ] dimes / no wonder of its worth, to [   ] fair / when she slipped those few little green dollars into my glittery fist, i came to be [   ] / my eyes sparkled more than my hands

 

that was my first [  ] at least i let her be my first boss / more than cash i [    ] think she paid us in light / years later she said she cried when i stopped being friends with her son / these eyes still glimmer

 

but dull hands [  ]

 

not / when [     ] ends, it ends [ ]

 

  • [    ] me / you can do any vile thing you want to me
  • isn’t that what you want to hear / the sinister minimum slipping into acceptance is [   ] fault / isn’t it
  • a fault line / at least a fault of mine is mostly that [    ] of my best is yours / yet still i see over all these [     ]

 

flat words

 

[    ] that can’t get a rise / not even from a sun / as if the idea [   ] is set in bloodred stone that never is my everyday [    ] evergreen

 

without your leverage pressing me into profit / professionally i confess i learned how to convert stress into jewels [    ] worth something but never precious / i proffered them / they sold / they didn’t weigh me down like words [  ] / some born like burdens / i babysat as a teenage boy / it was unlike [   ] only [   ] for me [ ]

 

it could’ve been [      ] beauty but it was ugly crying and [    ] / i mean me / also the babies / i had my first beer then / bitter, bidden by my uncle [   ] a smile

 

[      ]

 

  • as a part of [    ] life:
  • the white-washing
  • a wood fence [   ] like babysitting
  • [      ] this included: those weekends of work
  • and family / my aunt taught me how to knead
  • pizza dough, how to drive stick
  • it stuck in mind and it didn’t suck then but nevermind
  • time [    ] is drained and now i’m begging not to be [   ] any more than you will let / let me be