Garnish

I’ve been in such a hurry
seeking the myth of acceptance
in sidewalk stains
and strange faces in passing cars,
reading whatever let me believe
I’m not alone
(words held only a passing affection).
Shuffling through engorged members
on a platter,
those climbing vines took up time
but gave no sign of understanding.
Even knowing there’s not one
that can offer absolution,
our pieces of skin fit,
a delicious distraction but like you,
I’m on my own.

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