2014, You have been my passive aggressor.
You with your psychological warfare
Your sexy homelessness
illicit push and pull
Candy Land Ladders and Shoots
me.
Love and Rockets
in the morgue of all I thought I knew.
You told me to strip for you
Not only clothing, but my skin.
I know a teacher when I see one.
Farewell Sensei.
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