Natalie Schaffer

I am patiently waiting to be worshipped Paste me into your dithyrambs or iambs do whatever you like mold me a mask or a robe

I am a fantasy monger Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon To get me through the day Speaking of which

And we all said me too The scrape of resistance in our gut Coming up like too much to drink last night Thrashed our throats too raw

I am awash with black and blue A sea of something new To me a foreign territory I will never know People so sharp and shiny they glow

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