We wear our truths differently. Sovereign flesh wrapped around temples; structures built to assimilate compassion, lust, pleasure, banality.

I like to watch suits move their hips with business-like fidelity. Our parallel experiences supporting infinite misunderstandings and corrupted exchange rates.

Concealed inside my imagination, these public gender performances are where the holy details embrace a gospel of presentation.

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