I could make this
easier on her,
gently slipping euphemisms
into her pelvic region
the way honesty
can never penetrate
and I watched her cry--
from the sidelines;
your eyes lit on fire
by the burning embers of optimism
between her fingertips
but I held no sympathy because her cheeks
are filled with Shakespearean malapropisms
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