which you can come in and out
without
wearing my hinges
further down
into a grape seed of turpentine wine
and I am not
hung here
for you
to salute
with your bad news
and grasping radiant penalties
I have no stock
in turning around
or giving up
but I will not
be
the bed
and not the beloved
So You Know
Your Beloved
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