My Narrative Costume is a Witch without Reputation

Sometimes I imagine the sea as a cauldron
I am making spells in

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There is nothing more
pleasurable to me
than my ardent unavailability

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My hate is plaque
intractable & on my teeth

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When I wake up my skin
is like polystyrene
someone's dug their nails into

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Meanness
making a home of me

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If you need mel am
rethreading the pearls
of my reproach

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I have created a difficulty for myself

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They asked about my Baby Plans
[how do you feel about dying?]

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My uterus is an idyll
where forgetting happens

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Certainties are limpets smashed from rock
with rock

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I survived without birthday candles, so can you

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I had to lie early to account for things I knew
I had to talk
I had to lie

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If you need me
allow me to press all my worries
against you like a hot flannel

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Together let us figure out how to live
through our failure

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You there! Stop composing your riposte!