conversations - ii
you can't be happy and sad
at the same time, she told
me.
i shifted uncomfortably in
my seat, glancing to the
suburban window lights.
i am though. i spoke
softly
and
she
scribbled
shit down.
we moved away from
impossible things after
that.
...
oh, so you're gay?
bi, actually. i look away
once more.
well that's not really -
i'll just put it down in
quotes. "bi."
my right leg is shaking.
okay.
i want you to write down
when you have these 'lows'
as you call them so we can
figure out what you're actually
feeling.
as we leave her ceramic angel-filled
office, i know i won't be coming
back.
YOU ARE READING
mortals
Poetryi will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
