What happens if I lock myself out?
What happens if you were it?
So, will you help with cupcake hell?
Will you help me make sense?
I don't know how to plant things.
I don't know how to live without you.
Reconciliation fantasies
arrive
at the most inopportune moments,
and are simultaneously two-dimensional and curiously sensual.
Like the mirroring that happened
in the middle of the silences
when the only images thrusting themselves forward
were coated in vulnerable spaces
and hidden fears.
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