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Pylon, python. Ready with a wet rag. An impression of me, between sheets, humidly, on glass. My desire is to write the book on you—poised, perfect, candlelit—while you struggle, at my feet, to scratch the surface of my smile. My desire is to be cool, inaccessible, while you flounder, vulnerable, plundered. Imagine my shock when [ ]