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Filmstrip

Come on in, you may as well
take off your shoes
your shirt
your watch.
You may as well stand naked with me
and we will sing songs into ourselves
you set the tone low with your tongue.
And plunge me down when I try it uptempo.

You remember.
You found me rolled up in a dusty trunk.
You held me up to the light and I held you up
so that my skin could strip you.
Through cellophane eyes
I watched you decode yourself.

Today I was vaccuming in my silk skeleton clothes
fixing my hair as I dusted the furniature
set the roast in the oven
applied morning glory mascara
and waited.

But you had them made,
each a completely different card in the same deck.
Collect them all.
You love it when I sleep alone
because you can line them up outside your closet.
That way,
you can show me how much you don't care.