Sunday, September 25, 2016
In this blinking diary we share--
Scribbling stories, passing it along--
Swooning for each others' tallest tales;
Raising up the right aside the wrong
We have baked from scratch our better selves
From our meager pantries, wracked with doubt;
Knowing they look better than they taste;
Somehow sure that we'll be spat right out.
In each others' backlit window gaze,
Mannequins designed down to the stitch,
We have held the world at distance, so to blend
Truth with act; the granted with the wish.
In this thick taxonomy of loves
Elbowing each other in the queue,
One can only hold a place so long;
Every love that's waiting there is true.