Friday, March 24, 2017

sick femme love liberation incantation

I want to know your pain
hold it up to the light of my own
let them touch
lean linger
love the familiar
bones of honesty
the world hits
hard breaks bruises
and terrifies
delights in our masks of able
while we drown
wears down bone to sea glass
so let’s celebrate our sea glass survival
spill all the broken worn and translucent remains
onto the kitchen table between us and weep salt
in our knowing
no masks