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    with the sweet little arm

picking plums and how

    the arm extends

down for

    plums

which are thick

    as arms.

I'm okay with decay

    so long as I feel the same

texture. I'm okay

    with added sweetness.

Okay. I'm okay

    with fruit that goes soft

but not fruit that goes

    granular. The way

a split in the hollandaise

    unsettles me.

Keep it together!

    Desire is just like desire

until you sate it. Then

    it's something you wear once

a week, not even that. A slip

    so sheer it only works

under two dresses. Today, I care

    about the breeze at my calf

and the frou frou, a word reserved

    for the sound of silk

against silk, like this hem

    against its own slip.

Even as the two layers

    come apart, I have tried

to angle my body

    to lead you out of it.

I was going to say to safety—

    I mean to separate.