instead

It's all about the sounds
the spaces
The ways we dwell and think
Mind races
It's not about us
each,
individual tries to trade places
nor is it about whether we walk
with or without
reason
we walk a way
we learn to doubt

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I love my poems
myself
my ink
My life is yours, you
like to think
My arms so weak or strong, me
meek?
How Mics and her
intuition, let's tweak
that
Mad
instead, I rage, with treason beyond
thou doubt me without
how dare ye reason

2

all the trees reach til
each leaf drops, it's death
do us part
blood reigns not one
hot pink as hers
lips quivered
I grew steady
held strong

Poem 1

I love
said the boi with the whistle
in bed
and lay still said the girl with the rattle
and read:
we cry, held the pussy
willow instead.

anthologies & freaks

I write in sharpie
poise myself as no one else
mistakes me
so no one
betray me
but "he" always will