Like you, I’ve taught myself to disappear under
waves of feeling that roll off your back
the way your hands used to roll off mine.
You’d think I’d get crabby
whenever love shows up wielding a lobster claw
of abandonment. But I don’t.
now that I know how I’m perfect, no matter what,
I can just shit on my feelings,
and tell them to get lost, and it’ll all work out for the best.
And if they don’t make it out there in repression land
well, then life goes on. I’ll make the choice you did.