May 8, 2014 by Wayne.
on lesser days, i downgraded social justice to deontological resignation
a Tramontina char on seared skin
forgoing feigned feminism for
sky filling with sinking Sancho hearts
allusions to signal referential intellect
quip-pro-quo, fuck you, get on my level, pushed backwards into woodwork, braced obliques twisting against the knuckle-ridge
back and forth between i hate how she looks away but she’s allowed to look away it’s her choice
which is to say, i cycled in circles, giant steps to cousin Marry
But that’s not how it’s supposed to work.
Just keep going, wind in hair, thoughts turned inwards
to the lack of age and
wave and smile hello and be the bright things they couldn’t be.