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the men I know write poems about
sitting on the couch watching
Frasier reruns
and somehow it's profound
I want to be like them
they talk their minds
swimming with thoughts of you
or, how your freckles are
constellations
and deliver the lines on
bed sheets – hospital corners
– and on paper,
copy-pasted
like I never find
my inspiration in a little box
or don’t have a therapist yet
& I don't
I write poems
men call confessionals
and I watch the sky &
when I want to get f***ed
I just ask
About the Creator
Kayla
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
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