We simply don’t exist
If existence is recognizable
We are us is
Invisible assigned to the
Realm of ghosts not
Angels oh angels everyone
Wants to see someday
But us we you
And me people fear
Avoid because we’re different
Category: Love
SquarePeg
What about all those
Things that fall through
The cracks the undefined
The mislabeled misleading kinds
Those that lack conventions
The square pegs that
Will never fit into
Round holes where do
They all go when
Pedestals are reserved for
Heroes and not oddballs
I will tell you
One inch or five
Feet or miles upon
Miles upon miles off
Of your pointing finger
That’s where we go
Cricket
At last the crickets
I wish they’d slow
Wound much too tightly
Like a teenagers first
Sexual experience too fast
What’s needed is intimacy
The slowed heartbeat of
A sleeping lover the
Rolling surf of his
Shallow breathing absent of
The days deep sighs
But instead I hear
The chirp chirp chirp
Of now now now
Not sleep sleepy sleeping
WeMe
In a world of
Pronouns where labels define
What we are rather
Than who we are
Is it any surprise
That when we insist
Me we lose we
FittingRoom
Most all okay most
Most of us behave
Like we’re in the
Fitting room of life
Trying on tossing off
Twirling and imagining wondering
If this makes me
Look good desirable better
A catch to catch
Some buy themselves armor
Meant to dissuade protect
Make it nearly impossible
I’m not a nudist
But there’s something to
Be said about nakedness
