Wednesday, June 14, 2017

miss sees herself in prison, or
dying prematurely, for a future (your seeing being

many shattered pieces),

i know. female pronouns
dismiss the relevance of universality. boys can't connect today-

their cell is not mine.
i am the thing you're looking at. i don't know
if you know that

hibernation ends-
being sexualized, and being encouraged to
allow this, is

prison somewhere else. prison is
different here in heaven.

the tick on your head just called you grace.
catholicism says
this is an angel's name.

this next sip of lavender tea
makes you even more complicit
in changes your colors from wild

to sky blue
and saying
you know that already.