Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

I felt

Are you okay / With him being gay?

certain somethingness

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

‘Murica

Where representation no longer matters.

list?

out of the head and on to the page…