It took abandonment to defeat the lion
In mourning, the cure is the sickness—Traci Brimhall
Beyond ease dropping
there is little else to be done
about yesteryear
I have not forgotten nor entirely remembered the font size
to the direct phrase above your
left ribcage
the stick & poke we never exchanged
details after details.
Why did the spectacle become the nuance?
Become the pain.
We
lionize the residue
we dealt to one another
self-esteem is seamless
such jealous inclinations continue to escape the daring, who allude effort but do often try.
We're always at the mercy of one menacing grace, one rite, an art that makes us suffer twice.1
It was a mine field
our love
its seemingly necessary conditions
but maybe we dodged a bullet
being queer
being
forward
being vulgar
tongue and cheek
maybe deviance isn’t a big bad lazy thing
inherently it is simple
one either hits or misses
no one can do both.
I tried.