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.