Maybe I failed to see things
Your way.
But it’s that sharp acid tongue
Of yours.
You know that I tried to find
My own.
I gave up quickly, leaking
My silence
Everywhere.
Then my speech was restored, but
Your willingness
Was no longer in service.
So,
You took the words right out of
My mouth.
And then you chewed them up in
Your own
And spit them out.
My thoughts are
Your cud –
Messy, with little flavour.
Upon the land, we see those towards which we run.
I cannot complain, for the feeling is, well, fun.
It runs not only ever-so-natural, but does not in the slightest feel wrong.
But when they come for you, they sink hooks into your back with the ease of a singalong.
Let me ask you: is it painful to hear that?
His eyes and his mouth tell a very different story under his hat.
We are losing too many days, months, years.
If their hooks last any longer, I fear, all is left to his tears.
If I could just
Do away
With everything else, then
Maybe I could see clearer.
If I could just
Walk away
From the stupidity, then
Maybe I would see clearer.
If I could just
Float away
From the earth, then
Maybe I should.
Just as you follow the scent, you forget that it was yesterday,
Yesterday that made you who you are.
Just as you catch the dripping wax, you forget to make room for yesterday,
Yesterday that made you look a fool.
Just as you whisper to the flame, you forget there never was one, even yesterday,
Yesterday that was made behind your back.
Just as you fill it all up again, you forget the emptiness of yesterday,
Yesterday that scattered in the wind.
Just as you take that inevitable peek, you forget they saw it first, yesterday,
Yesterday that risks exposure.
Just as you realize the shapes within, you forget to outline those from yesterday,
Yesterday, the very same one, that aches for the soul of tomorrow.
Is that a letter opener?
Yes.
It’s very sharp.
Mm.
Like too sharp.
Okay.
Can you put it down?
Definitely not,sweetheart.
Why?
Why? Because I need to open this letter.
Careful.
Oh no…
I said be careful.
Shit!
Jesus, hang on, let me get a towel.
I think I need an ambulance.
You’re fine.
Ugh.
Just hold this tightly.
Can you see what it is for me?
It’s an invitation to the fall fair.
Oh I don’t care about that. Throw it out.
You’re not holding that tight enough.
When he walked in on his son, he was not doing at all what he would have expected.
I love you, conditionally.
It was the other pair of hairy legs.
I love you, conditionally.
He quickly returned to the hall.
I love you, conditionally.
That never came up in conversation.
I love you, conditionally.
When they speak,it is plain and brief.
I love you, conditionally.
He doesn’t know what his father saw.
I love you, conditionally.
Father is too fragile to confront this flagrant disobedience.
I love you, conditionally.
Disobedience? Yes,towards masculinity, my boy, to everything.
I love you, conditionally.
Neither will really know.
I love you, conditionally.
When he walked in on his son, he was not doing at all what he would have expected.
I love you, conditionally.
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