[from the poem All I Want at Disarticulation]
I want to start fresh every
Day or minute or second
To stop comparing and preparing.
To be myself, undiluted (yet perpetually impacted) by my surroundings
not my remembered emotion
By my loves and not
Recalled fear.
To suffer and orgasm each time with raw fumbling inexperience
To cry like I've never tasted tears.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment