when do i
stop writing about you
and start writing about me?
about
the adobe pillar, ancient ruin of
resilience that i’ve become?
about
this river heart which spills into the
valleys of the people who i love?
about
this mind sharp as the razor that it turns
against me?
when do i
become the fluid motion of my rolling
hips on the dance floor?
because this
chapel corpse which houses my spirit
is not completely lost in you.
20 September 2020
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