the fictitious representation of you
that I have created in order to escape
any isolation I may feel.
oh fiction, fiction!
I will lose my mind happily to this fiction,
to your lips and their literary function
you are flesh for my fable
while I am likely nothing to you,
a person briefly piercing your conscious,
while you walk across the room.
but look! look!
it's in the book
you are a musical animal
and I am your amiable lover.
forced conversations about atmospheric changes
are interpreted as affectionate communications
I say your name with infatuation
and then I am happy that you are not here.
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