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.

I Did Not Die.

confidence climbs / and I
dare to
defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.

Tick Tock

I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time