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Am I gonna die like this still
holding out
to give my limbs to
actualize a desire that love’s alchemy would not bewilder me for

what could I exchange for
that which is what I live for;
surpassing the cumulative value of everything

that I can think of at least?
Men missing legs at least
at stop lights try
speaking to me but I just can’t conceive

that men missing legs at stop lights might
say anything worth my hearing and
much less. Shit. I realize why God doesn’t speak to me.