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I Want You To Quiet Down by Patrica Grullon

2011, acrylic and ink on wood

give me frumpy, disheveled and genuine. That authenticity wide-eyed gratitude when finally receiving the real affection and affirming love that was always deserved, but rarely (if ever) gotten.

The excited and sincerely authentic joy that is impossible to ignore when being touched or spoken to with like that, with romance and sensuality and vulnerability and ravenous need. I want your stubble and your knotted-up bangs. Haven’t shaved in a month legs, I want your morning breath and smudged up glasses. I want to know the braille of your stretch marks and acne scars. Show me your uneven face, let me trace every detail with a worshiping fingertips. show me fat that sits where it wants instead of where you’d like, let me kiss every inch until it’s impossible to see without thinking of those delicate, hungry kisses. I want that old-pilly sweater pulled up to your neck and in your teeth, pj shorts and boxers pulled to the knees, red in the face, twisting in sleepy ecstasy between my arms.

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