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Sport 11: Spring 1993

Isaac Five Ways

Isaac Five Ways

I tried to see you five
ways Isaac. I can barely
see you straight.

The thing is, I want to
make a story of you. Your
chest, its hair, the smell
I get on me sometimes.

When I was a child I
gave myself a hickie
with a vacuum cleaner
I looked in the mirror
made stories of the boys
who loved me and gave
me that bruise.

I lie about you, tell
them you’re beside me
when you’re not even

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Christ Isaac, it’s not
that I love you, it’s
easier. That’s all.