Monday, September 27, 2021

triple-mode redundancy

my chain feels heavy around my neck
the cross that hangs from it is askew 

no amount of turning, rotating, or singing 
seems to balance it. it all feels so heavy 

against my neck, my clavicle, my very chest 
if i see you, when i see you, i know my fist 

will curl up against your sternum. this urging 
to be near you, see you, even just hear your 

voice. it all feels like it is burning. i feel like 
i am burning, and our flame should have 

gone out years ago. for all my crazy and all 
your strangeness: our constant struggle to be 

loved. how strange to have found it only to 
run from it. how strange to hold on to it: our 

cross