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and if i was reckless enough and dumb enough
and didn't understand boundaries
maybe i'd slide into the dms of all the femmes i know and call them daddy
maybe then, i could write one of those poems about queer friendship or yearning i so seem to like
maybe then, i wouldn't answer the phone
wouldn't feel the guilt festering for father's day
wouldn't feel this hollow ache
or worry about the feelings im allowed to have
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which is to say i made a whole pot of lentils today and i just remembered i need to put it in the fridge

-cgi.