steal the best, leave the rest

i am prostrate on the page
words held up like hands
like prayer
in total submission
to the fiction in truth
and the truth in fiction
it is a line that is so fine
it is not a line at all
it is all truth
just like plastic is a part of nature
everything is permitted
everything ravaged, everything burned
i am body parts and liquid nitrogen
i am the air your breathing
i am the thought that won’t come
you are far away now
but we share each other
like dinner for two in a restaurant of one hundred
where is the difference in what we do and what we feel
that is the map i have been trying to make
the distance that i have been trying to chart

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