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I Wrote This For You
By Kennedy Kanagawa


I am weaving the fabric of myself onto your body
with the rattling threads of a teacup heart
and the stitches are yes, every, and always

your eyes, the color of hold-you-in-the
-rain
-ocean
-middle of the night
see the beauty in a sidewalk dragonfly death

I am weaving the fabric of myself onto your body
along with the forgotten ladies from beyond the wardrobe:
MarieDianaStella(for star!)Remy

(they’re here they’re real they’re alive)

and I wrap my thoughts around you
like ribbons of graffiti lacing familiar brick
just above the wrought-iron stairs where
only the moon remembers the secret of our Chinatown kiss

I am weaving the fabric of myself onto your body
with bones made of porcelain cogs
and veins filled with heavy cream

your alchemist smile transmutes me at once
kite flyer
fire breather
exquisite corpse

I am lost in the city
of your body against mine, which is
everything we want (and nothing we don’t)

as long as
you’re here.
you’re real.
you’re alive.


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My name is Kennedy. I like to write things sometimes.