I may have done the gifting wrong
“Benjifer Bones” the old cat intones, “shall never be one of those usual drones”
White. European. Straight. Cisgendered. Wealthy. Males. For them – the sky’s the limit.
I MUST BE DOING THIS WRONG.
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
undivided. improbable. preposterous.
please, please, please – don’t try to put me in a box.
The sun is in the sky, it’s true, but warmth for life – it comes from you.
I forgot this part
nightmares gone ~ I dream
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself; Turns out that flight is only for a time.
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
we tell our kids – needs come first ~ but want calls oh so loudly
spark to flame / kindled calefacation / solid ice to slogging slush.
That suit gets heavy, you know.
I am currently calling us “Awake Ben” and “Sleeping Ben”, which (because I’m so clever, you know) works on a number of levels, both literally and figuratively.
look back at writings /
thoughts of yore /
and wonder where my /
though I really should be sleeping
~ leaking mind just keeps on seeping