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robin’s egg blue

given my history with men
and having been a mortician

when he asked to take a measuring tape
to my arms and legs
my first giggling thought was

he’s making me a coffin

but i relented without question

because
my association with him
is early release
for time served

my purest source of unconditional affection

it is as if he has pledged
the remainder of his days
to making up
for all the things i’ve been missing

he is not
my father
or husband

he is my friend

who loves me enough
to build me
a robin’s egg blue bicycle
with his bare hands

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