impossibly
pretty girls, improbably
young
and womanly, like an escher illusion
imagining
life before zoloft and addiction
wounded
weekend warrior, online botched casanova
noveaux-independent,
dependent on fantasy
plinking
quickie personalities into my
two
dimensional goddess bodies
i
could never create characters
females
least of all, but my dreams, man
they
feel so real in my dreams, like that
blonde
bounty hunter from the redneck family
who
had me by the balls, but looked at me
like
i was a human being, not a category
maybe
a loser, but at least in the game
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