So you’ve discovered you’ve got a black hole where your heart should be.

There you are, sprawled out on a love seat

a friend has asked me once

who do I find beautiful,

so I said, “those that are natural”,

so I thought, “is it because I myself am not?”,

but under what sky does this matter, when the maples are

giving us their memory-sweet sap sooner than they ever did?

In my cave under the mountain, I sing odes / to Nobody,

my body will never be used

for what the male gods have the female insides predestined for

From the moment we left those feelings 

unpronounced

Your ace-ness has fed you a

comforting lie

dear diary, i’ll make this brief in the sense that i’ll try to summarize everything i cannot say concisely

When he clasps your hand

It is both a greeting

And a recognition of the

Work needing to be done

He holds me so tight I might compress back into stardust.

lens of / kaleidoscopic shards / render me 

boy + girl = couple

Society has hammered the formula into me since birth.

I walked away because I had a bus to catch.