And all you talk about ‘s capacities.
Capacities. What are capacities but
worms to your works and
parasites to your freedom what
good does it do to measure and scale proportionally
Every surface of every semblance of sentiment
You think you had?
A ruined evening. Yet slivers of what was left beyond our capacities slip through; and
I can’t be assed to think about what I would’ve done had I the capacity; instead
I think about the forearms crossing, and the legs; the minuscule fingers pointing to
itching points I had to dig into - make no mistake, this was not put forth in a
capacity. Beds
and meals and songs and hours of tenderness; this capacity of yours to perceive but
what is in the purview of capacities, this is it.
In an obtuse display of shallow power,
Gathering your capacities
You show but what was shown before:
The incapacity of capacities to
simply kiss lips goodnight.
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