raising shame

it’d be a good, no great, movie title:

[inset here] heavy sighs

finally alone

i remember a woman who gave me

rilke’s poems about swans than betrayed me

it’s a good thing i didn’t end up slitting my wrists

just the thought of me

[and cut]

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