how i don't know
anybody's address
physical
by heart
anymore
and i cannot e-mail
from jail
with its white
walls 're: stacks'
makes me want
you more; insanely
and insatiably
as if this institution
is our foreplay me
'living room' or
'knife going in'
then watch me
pretend to sleep
as i listen
listen ----------------------------
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