Dimsum Scraps*

Come closer for the last time and count the
harrowed impressions you have fumbled–the
ugly, tactile senses that I promised to never cause you–
and show to me that I’m the one to blame,
not you. No, not when all you wanted was innocent acceptance, despite
glares from those who saw how our shaky hands cleaved and eventually set forth.

*for someone four inches taller than I am

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