Still-Life With Bath Tub, Still-Life With Life
paper coffee cup in the bath tub
perilous vessel
my tattoo, my nipples
landscape of my body
(the) humble temple
my essential truths are few
but i lay them at your feet,
my burdens into your heart
seeming smaller in that vastness
i can offer you myself
no more
but no less either
this i commit to permanence,
my permanence
my own pale ritual
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