dear reader,
from the first poof chair since eugene
where i went
to sleep
distracted by you above me
what if I started seeing the men I love as alternate personalities*?
these fabricated short term enigmas
there goes another one
would they separate from the bodies,
leaving space to be filled
by real people?
goldilocks and her infinite throne room
one for each of you
one for just you
and all I want to do is crack you open for the world to see
from the passenger's seat
What if it isn’t just men-
What if it’s all people?
the need to see them as their own
and not a projection of my belief of what they are
or seem to be
what if i’ve had it all wrong
and
believing is seeing?
so, uhm, two of these thrones are... let's say just a smidge more regal than the others.
care to comment?
huh. i had never seen them all together before. yeah. those two definitely stand right the fuck out from the rest don't they
what's similar about them?
getting in a pick up truck with a stranger
...and something about texas
with sweet honey to georgia
with sweet remembrance to uvalde
with sweet sense into the hollow domes of america
tighten your body as you exhale
squeeze your throat as you inhale
tighten your body as you exhale
squeeze your throat as you inhale
because we can
with the animal sounds of us,
never getting used to this,
*a kind of voluntary schizophrenia
a shattering of ancient parts