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And down below,
his penis is humiliating you
with its swordsmanship.
Your hips tap limply
against the mattress
like that defeated wrestler
you saw on TV.
But you thought to yourself,
at least there’s the romance.
Like that time you walked with him
beside the river
and he showed you the moon
as if you didn’t even know
it was there.
And truth be told, you didn’t.
At least, nobody had
ever pointed it out to you before.
You felt so light then
like you feel so heavy now.
Maybe it’s the moon
that takes away the weight.
And its imitators
that put it back on.
And you almost
had yourself convinced
that eye was the moon.
Great yellow orb.
It should have told you
every night was the eclipse.
