I'm no backup plan
no second choice,
I won't be his
'wait and see'
or comfy shoe,
warm flesh
on a cold night
when he's tired
from all the looking.
I'm no 'wannabe'
or has been.
I've been, I am,
I will be
with or without him
and his delusions
that the oyster's his.
He eats. He's gone.
I'm still here,
holding the ocean.
(2004)
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