it’s only midnight
and
the blood curdling cuddling on my windowsill
sits still
shills me on
(as) I gamble my life away
fate has for me in words two things:
- the disavowal of my wonder, of my responsibility to care
- the spite of cousins once younger, once older, in respite, to see me as who i am (yet)
- etc.
together now,
st(r)ing
st(r)ing
st(r)ing
