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I require your fancy hat.

Today: mushy brain, needs sleep;
but it’s been sacrificed for a good cause:
fingers interwoven, pressed against the skin,
feeling breath in stereo,
those soft and inexplicable murmers;
who can sleep and miss such things?

My praxis lately: good, gracious;
without hesitation but without surrender,
requires knowing boundaries. Mine are lax.
Sometimes I’d just like to:
take a bullet for a stranger
and be done with it.

We all deserve to be saved.