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One Time In The Corner

Tonight there will be no lies

about how your perfect breasts are full as the moon.

Nothing from the night sky has fallen

into your eyes. The lie of the metaphor is no more

desirable than the lie of omission.

“I do not know which I prefer” the beautiful

lie or the ugly 

truth. Everything is what it is.

The horses are not boxers.

The ring is not life. Still,

I’ve put a little English on

a poem, enough to give

the hustlers’ grief.

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