Can you scream,
can you cry?
Can you sate your desires
with my shy skin?
(Am I enough?)
Are you whole, are you
hale?
Can you see behind my veil?
Are you . . .
"I love you," she whispers.
"Do you – really?"
"Yeah."
I sigh and append this lie
with the others that came before her.
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