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He began by taking samples Little things at first A photograph of summer freckles A strand of hair Fingernail clippings And my favorite polish Turquoise and caicos Footprints On the bathroom floor Nothing I would notice Nothing I would miss And then he went bigger My lips concealed In his underwear drawer My fingers and toes Still painted Stuck in the yogurt The peanut butter Full of ears, a nose He grew bold With surgical precision Moved my ribs to the fridge Chilling Staving off listeria My hips he displayed prominently Framed by the headboard of his bed My head serving as centerpiece For his infrequent dinner guests Shapely legs holding up the table And believe me THEY ARE THE SHAPLIEST Arms supporting arms New tattoos on his favorite chair My alarm clock heart Beating wake up Wake up Get out of bed From his desk And meaning Nothing more than that "I wanted you for my collection," He said "You're the most extraordinary Specimen I've ever met."
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
The Collector
He began by taking samples Little things at first A photograph of summer freckles A strand of hair Fingernail clippings And my favorite polish Turquoise and caicos Footprints On the bathroom floor Nothing I would notice Nothing I would miss And then he went bigger My lips concealed In his underwear drawer My fingers and toes Still painted Stuck in the yogurt The peanut butter Full of ears, a nose He grew bold With surgical precision Moved my ribs to the fridge Chilling Staving off listeria My hips he displayed prominently Framed by the headboard of his bed My head serving as centerpiece For his infrequent dinner guests Shapely legs holding up the table And believe me THEY ARE THE SHAPLIEST Arms supporting arms New tattoos on his favorite chair My alarm clock heart Beating wake up Wake up Get out of bed From his desk And meaning Nothing more than that "I wanted you for my collection," He said "You're the most extraordinary Specimen I've ever met."
Trying to find ways to talk about it.
holly-salvatore
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
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