man’s slight sprain

the treatments are fair, however, dull.

c o t t a g e s  i n  i t a l y   d a n c e s  i n  s p a i n            f r a g m e n t s  o f  l u x u r y , f r a m e d 

and we learn from our mothers. ambition contained.
of rouge in the morning
ego drained.
penciled-in defeat
of where our lips aren't.
the balance of heat
"but i am my own heart." 
and not of my mind.

trusting uncertainty /// upside-down maps
a group of men laughing, as i furrow back.
puddles of crude emotional leakage, frightening 
and away 
from anywhere i'm allowed 
to be
me.

so i stay.