Rock Paper Scissors
i tried to erase you from my mind
with rock paper scissors
my butterfly eye
knocked out
your cicada genitals
promised elsewhere
my one wing
pressed to the silver sky
the lights on your knees
sweeten night for someone
rock paper scissors
switching on and off
your warm backyard
walks around in sneakers
naked otherwise
my red sex cold in the Himalayas
the Heralayas
below sea level
i have tried in vain
crumbling rock burnt paper broken scissors
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I have observed that of all forms
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