My collaboration with Candice on FVR:
I saw beautiful men and
beautiful women. I had lucked out,
all this beauty; my heart’s a drummer
with a stick and feather. My mother held a gnarled club
and beat me gently… The man I had,
the gentle man I loved –
could I not love him full and whole? To commit
is to renounce – a pretty life, or one lit in red.
My wiring does not bleed into
our lover’s bed.
And with that purple face I took
the other’s hearts,
with special care.
The kisses that you spit on, I have bottled them
with lavender and thyme.
not the numerics against my skin
scratching their prophecy
nor length of hair
there’s no Disney moment left
we examine in our woven display
the paper-cut fold of our life story
I list in dusty light
urging you to like me, for my tempered fears at night
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