A pale map
Of crisscrossed
Scars
Of juxtaposed
Realities
Of stark
Ugliness.
This doesn't fit me
Quite so well;
So tear it off of me,
And burn my shame.
From scar
To scar
To marks
To ruins:
Of what
May have been
Beauty-
So many universes ago.
Flay off this
Unwholesome undesirable
Loathsome layer
Of lies I live.
Hatemesomuch
Detest and despise
Look with distaste at
My decrepit desolation.
And when you
Leave me tonight
With three soiled banknotes
Under the broken lampshade
Don't SLAM the door-
Darling, even noises
Make me ache sometimes.
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