Bride of comparison,

you have found me

living through lacy love letters

to the glowing voice of the world.

I have loved and lived

and lavished

like a euphoric angel,

all over the world.

See how North America quakes beneath my hands?

Hear the tender whispers of my name from Europe.

I am tired of molds and braces and boxes.

What They have is not better than what I have.

Always They come with a capital T and claws.

They possess than,

But I hold hands with then,

and waltz over the sea.

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