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standing in the doorway
as if bracing for an earthquake
groping the frame
as if it were just a place
drifting in space
and if you let go
you might float away
abandoning all concepts of time
letting go of this body you like
but are unlike
in every way
i wish your skin
was thin
as starlight

but this body too
decieves my nature
my form thicker than i'd like
i wish i were paper
or perhaps a piece of lace
something, anything
so fragile
so as you might see my face
my true shape

but i am thick
like bold black letters
in a dear john letter
dismal and indicipherable