Cool: a quiet, erotic, irate interval
Do you know what that was about?
Am I willful? Were you not warned
of fracture and ephemera and erasure
What if I expunged my loud laughter--
Would you still call me an emergency?
Would you call me into queer songs
fold me into arms, siblings-in-arms?
If not, why do we come here then?
Can we only come through like pain
--or can we walk into welcome again?
[Pic: Patch of blooms--from yesterday. Today is cold and rainy and I got into my pajamas right after I showered because I'm not planning on leaving the house.]
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