Look, I know it’s 5am but I need you to know these things

No girl loves their body
as much as the boy who loves them, 
loves their body. Right down to the bones.

Every boy loves his body in some Schwarzennegger way
even the fat ones.
The fat ones know they could crunch bones in a fight.
The skinny ones can run til their lungs
burn to the damn ground. Til their skull, smiling
dips to kiss the worms.

Every city loves its ribs in the rain
especially the ugly ones.
Cigarette-butt streets
look good licked clean.

Our bones look sweet 
is the truth. All 
bones. Our bones 
are always grinning.

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If you like ‘you may also like’ algorithms 

you may also like stopping
in the middle of a grocery aisle, blocking
everyone behind you, now we are all in the frozen
section, because deja vu
you have deja vu.

Telling people <<you look just like my friend, who passed
last year. You don’t care,
I know, why should you. But it just feels as if
the universe is telling me to tell you, and pass his name on
like a ragged hand cut from a deck so it remains
in play, if only for a minute.>>

Going to the hairdresser twice a month
so the sweet old woman can swaddle
your form, and help you feel five again.

Realizing how all
the people you love have nothing
in common except one person. 

If you like these things you may see 
how much we like to like, are terrified
that one night this whole show will stop.