I sit in the shower,
stand in the bath.
you can think it's weird,
I'm okay with that.
you shook all the fruit
off my tree.
left me naked,
a lock with no key
my walls are scribbled
with crayon,
but sticky with love.
my prison is also my joy.
tricky, tricky, tricky.
life pulled one over on me.
written sometime in spring 2014
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