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Teddy At The Table

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Social Distancing Kinda

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Quarantine stumbles sometimes with pop up arguments that involve territory like your best friend is wearing your clothes and did not ask if he could.

This happens a lot.

I will not get baited into discussing clothes.

We do discus how it feels when someone makes assumptions about you. Or about your relationship. This go-to gig on my part can lead them into a discussion (this takes some work) of what it feels like to wear your friend’s clothing. It is hard for boys to do this. But it is not true or reality that a piece of clothing is just a piece of clothing.

Or that wearing your friend’s dirty underwear after lifting it from the laundry, isn’t touchy or potentially explosive because it is.

Eyes to the ground.

From here we can talk about intimacy and what it means, but I feel like if we do get this far into it, intimacy as a subject that gets articulated is more an accident than a hand-holding because I do not hold hands.

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Do I appear to be the drug police to you. It is not a job I would ever apply for. It is not a position I would covet. I am just not that ambitious. 

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Medical systems do not care who you are. Or do they.

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each day becomes more desperate than the day before/ all options are running out/ even the trees are thin/ suicides are beginning to turn the objectified into numbers/ we are the pale morning/ we are the pained decsent/ all we have are broken shoes/ the treachery of maliciousness/ your secret lovers have jumped, and everyone else you know sings the lament and music of the dead/ 

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I feel as if I have always lived in a quarantine. An enclosure where the poor eat the shit from the rich. That’s about it.

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i try not to look into his eyes/ or I might get lost again/ summer ripples in the thousands/ there was no food in the grocery store this morning/ he is the high priest of sparks fly from his eyes day by day just like this day of ordinary consequence/ he is becoming hardened/ at night, shooting stars/ we are quarantined together at the hip/ summers and the soldiership/ even the clouds will sneer as they churn the sky itself to white/ we cover our faces in masks of grief/ in the late witching hour, his tongue in my mouth tasting all the prayers of death/ the pain outside the boundary of the door is speechless/ i can only speak in songs/ an ambulance arrives next door/ don’t look now, but it ain’t you or me/

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