i return
again
expending
all my
energy
on the
masculine
i am a
sucker for
its strong
seduction
its suction:
it takes and
takes and even
in its giving
there is limited
re-ceiving
the void
is tempo-
rarily
filled
/phallic/
disruptions
to my psyche
i vow to
erect a
wall -
but they
scavenge
and what
feels better
than being
picked
from a littering
of others
just like
me. The
fleeting
feeling of
being
exceptional -
a wonder
its deceptive
power only
fills the void
to widen
and expand
it
when and
(if) they
leave
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