by Johanna May
As if on rewind the inception of each
corruption revealed from the pastiche
of anecdotes, endearingly obvious,
tenderness fills the same space
as annoyance. Where desire lays
its rays also clarifies its own end.
What was straight, cracks and bends.
My vision spans the whole, ready
for this chrysalis to break and we
to be new. Only, he is held up,
I’m somewhere he can’t reach.
Country of one, shoreless beach,
So having watched the entirety
until the conclusion, he hasn’t.
My duty is to determine the edge
where pain and relief meets
And unerringly slam that wedge.
Posted on 05/09/2023
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