your hands are as large as my face
and only half as thin as your lips.
your actions seem as large as your head
and repetitive
and knowable.
until i am old enough to know that i used to be young,
will you just repeat yourself.
(a message to all bros)
there is a book in your bedroom
but it is not a book of poems.
does it really matter if bros resemble bros.
until our bodily fluids are drained
will we keep exchanging them
back and forth
and then forgetting we ever did that?
how do you know
like, how do you really ‘know’
if you have made a mistake with a bro
when all bros just resemble other bros.
even if all bros just resemble other bros
i will keep exchanging (something) with them
until there is nothing left to exchange.
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