i get some sort of sick pleasure
from seeing you
saying "it's ok now,"
with my eyes
i can follow any one direction
snake lips split my mind from my body
and heart

before everything was single packaging
and romances went from monogamous
to open
there was real love, the kind you sign
your life over for
but i'm not sure anymore
what i want
isn't captured in a picture
of your modern family
but idealized in queer notions
you know, like the "weird" ones
that stuck out like a sore thumb
even 13 decades ago.