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You can’t undress me with your words

I refused to bend

the word love is cliché in poems,

it can’t thrive in song lyrics, of old flames

meeting again. There was never any picnic

you can’t bring me

to watch the constellations

and wipe the catsup from your lips.



I’m done bathing; it took some time

but it washed the stains

off my skin.