I have again written you a poem, but this time to have it abandoned half way through

for r. m.

the world is enclosed in a room
you looked through the window
for a sexuality
from the outer-space
is pleasure necessary to pain
in your polaroids
you altar boy, you love derailed
you virtues deformed
you sensuality crossed
don’t look back
until you get out
the maze of your mind
to lose inside of the alibi