Unedited late night poetry

2am, and I obsess over these fictional men

wrapped around each other in never ending bromance

reading fiction by women like me

like I did when I was young

But then it was published with the Great Bird’s blessing, and now

we can reach out through the void

clasp hands, 

and write about our favorite men peeling off each other’s carefully constructed

brooding exteriors. 

We can be heroes 

to each other.

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