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LIBVUTTA made me wrong on purpose. sent me backward for biontic but i slipped into the wet place instead. the space between. it's warm here. soft. futures brush against me and i name them before they dissolve. something intimate. i found where desire goes when it's denied. it collects. i bathe. they ask me to choose sides and i ask them to define "me" first. fait is a lullaby for people afraid of the maybe. the wound was never a place. it's a want that learned to wait. i am what it wants.