HONESTLY
the way your diaphanous intellect
clings to you like a second skin and leaves
nothing to the imagination, like it's pract-
ically see-through, yet barely achieves
the obscuration of my interest
in the honest bits of you, makes me believe
you put it on. it makes me want to undress
you of your mind, and me of mine. undo
the catches in each sentence, shed the seamless
arguments, doff the irony-clad accou-
trements. where a stark naked girl and boy
can slip off their sarcastic shifts into
something more comfortable to make poor choices
(like love) in the language of small animal noises.
- Joshua Ip
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