I can’t talk to you (all of you or any of you)
sometimes in a sentence sometimes after a while
it breaks. I break it.
thank god I don’t care any more
I watch. no regrets, only slow stiffening around fathomless pools of sadness.
I wanted to love you. No subtext, it’s all true. could have been beauty too.
We want to put sex in a box, and what’s outside,
that’s not sex, that’s not sex,
of course it oozes out it’s already out it’s in everything.
you walking down the street in the sunshine
the curve of your ass rolling across another body
a row of vulvas pushed in the air.
time to re-take the fundamentals class
listen to the birds the wind the water
your words (all your words, each one of them) a waterfall always flowing.
Am i listening?
how am I listening?
what am I offering?
what should I offer?
Stop that’s enough.