Don’t lean against me,
I will fall
under your weight. I know
less than you. You are too
smart for me.
I make them laugh, while
deep, I cry.
I think
it’s some kind
of mental illness, he says.
I saw it on Dr. Oz,
he continues, you laugh
and cry too easily,
it’s a fucking condition.
I thought it was just my poetic
soul, I say.
Cut that crap, and let’s drink tea.
Your body is a wonderland, he says.
You know I love you
all crying and all laughing.
I don’t know what lies I should write
what truths
or how he always gets his way.


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