We have Duct Tape love, last minute fixes and a constantFear of breathing too hard like a wrestler against the ropes,Like a monster on the table, like a seventh grade science project,And we’re tearing through it all, nothing butteeth and forearm strength, our chests against the finish line.We, fell in love in a hospital waiting room something like aWorkshop, the smell of blood and saw dust and you tastedSo much like raspberries that I couldn’t stop, and you just stoodThere, that time I tried to rip your shirt open, all the while hatingYour durable buttons, a warrantee warning you against mebut I promised a guarantee that if you could love meit would never be worse than being easy and you said show me, just show me.So I did, used my mouth, undid them one by oneElaborately, awkwardly, till I could set you free

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