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Dear Delinquent
Dear disaster, he said to me,
tossing my shirt across the room
where the doorknob deftly
caught it. Inside out, its silk
draped and settled like a caul.
I was fond of his slippery mind,
could not access it, not completely.
Having mapped him, blazoned
his parts, sent my ships
across his sea, having dreamt
the way and its destination,
I learned how he drew near
to teach me dear, how he left
to teach me lack. Still I set out,
quickened by his touch, still I asked,
fair friend, what is your secret name? 
Dear Delinquent
O Felon Heart
The Seal