The tenderness is plain without exception
it should have been tossed out by now, this guilt that drags me around.
Brushed aside discomfort only grows.
Why do you clench it like that, cramped and bleeding when summer is what you seek? It is colder alongside me
My gaze follows what is beyond, unsettled and isolated
familiar. I will not be swayed
It breaks my heart, how often must we hold out
27.11.20