dear j

this is the trying hour
sizin our love,
thong along and push
up, looking at the before
and this after.

i am so torn. what i am is no
good for you. even when you tell me
how it was on your single
bed in ybor. but you're not there
anymore. how we sat in the car
and bridged a chasm without kisses.

what happened to that writer
that boy who didn't know
what he was gonna be?

you're not the same person. everyday
is a new incarnation. i mold you
into stasis. your feet are bound.
but they don't have to be. tell me again
why we choose this? love

oh yes. love. this clench in my heart.
as a fist, as a root, as a boa's caress.