He Loves Me Whole

He knows how adamant I am about my freedom

He knows I could do other things

And I could but he's told me I'm always free

when I'm with him

I ask 'will he love me when I go crazy, not if'

and he says "Always." And I apologize

in advance for the days 

my zombies I see when I blink 

become more solid

when I become fat

When I wake up screaming about

Octopi between my thighs

he will be there for all that?

Already embracing, he kisses me

making real

his promise, I feel my body, whole.

He'll tell me, 'but you're brave,'

as he does today, rocking slightly

holding gently,

And some of this poem was lost

as I cleansed my nose with salt

which I buy especially so

I don't die with a nosebleed at fault.




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