Easy on the eyes, streaks stretched out, scratched into
and cut through, busting out ahead against its skin, past
healed muscle and bone, you’ve carved a waiting silence.

You’re so loose. You slip. Your direction goes unnoticed
behind the glass. They’ve not yet decided when it’s time.
Here, paint your thighs up. Look relaxed. Let them know.

Every word has another meaning you can make work out
without getting permission, not having to stand around
until some random fate is ready to call you out by name.

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