Your name, to the world, is the same as mine…
Once they find out,
Your unspeakable beauty
Is just an insult.
Were you to kindly let me know
That I had accidentally spoke my thoughts aloud,
I would curl up inside my raucous self
and Bite down cleanly through my wicked tongue.
A person reveals more of himself in dress than in nudity,
And has the gall to do so publicly.
What a thing, to exist
In this place and in this time.
Life keeps catching in my throat these days.
The curtains hang slightly askew.
Just like me, I think.
What you must think of the surroundings I keep.
I lie back and looking down I want to take a knife and slice an inch of padding from my stomach.
Is this revolution or just garden-variety faggoting?
He has me in his mouth and I think about dying.
Like so many did for this; like so many have and will.
Should they exhume my body they too shall exhume my fears;
But know that in life I was bold enough to trust someone with the most fragile parts of me.
It makes me want to laugh until I cry,
And the inverse.
Inside out like you or I,
Pressed into and out of shapes.
Shapes that offend, shapes they seem to imagine so regularly
Shapes they try and try to legislate, and I am
Scared my body might die underused, and I am
Scared that I don’t like this as much as I’m supposed to.
The words I might bellow at allied ears,
To fix your fucking heart or slice it from your chest,
Are brash and unforgiving. As is life.
And as is love.
We’re all just dying for love,
dying to be interwoven,
dying for something worth dying for.
J.K.
This is one of my favorite pieces. so far.