I want you
to burn down all your Golden Gate bridges with napalm
I want you
to force your body to form wings and gills and scales and
claws
I want you
to cut your own umbilical cord with a pair of rusty
gardening shears
I want you
I want you
to take a blowtorch to your life and weld it into something worth holding
I want you
to allow yourself to be blown into glass and then smashed
against the sidewalk
I want you
I want you
to learn hands-on how to dismantle a neutron bomb strapped to your own chest
I want you
to take my hand and then
I want you
to kiss me like you mean it
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