you warned me, “remember all this doesn’t suspend our humanity, ok?,” on the roof deck at le bain (at 848 washington st and west 14th) – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

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-one eye open-

*by someone followed only by the blind*

(frankie leone, just a man)

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*i’m desperate to believe i’m the hustler

so end up being the last one to see 

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i’m the hustled*

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*the booty call’s an odd thing

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arrogance blinds me

into thinking i’m taking a piece of them

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with each toe-curling orgasm

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so it’s a harsh surprise

searching the top of my dresser

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months later

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to find money they’ve planted

and my dignity missing*

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*i’ve chased the myth of normalcy

through mundane beginnings

to cringe-worthy ends

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but the most liberating thing i’ve seen

is the only people i know who aren’t fucked up

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are ones i don’t know well*

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*i’m not complicated as i’d like to believe

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neither are you

or people you love and hate

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our experience all vines

from the same simple template

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the only variation is in details

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i, and you, will only become fascinating

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after realizing how similar we are

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to each other

and everyone we know.*

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