there are those, I discovered late, who were not born
loathing their bodies
whose faces grew from their souls, & were not stamped
upon a skull with little care
whose arms & legs grew evenly, & filled out
to shape the natural Adonii
who could smile a perfect smile, & had never struggled
to practice their expressions
in river water

after you, we signed an accord – no more loathing; we work
with what we have
as I would prefer a finer skeleton, with nobler
flesh, so too
does my meat desire a cleaner mind; a more honest
& open heart
& neither bone nor soul dares to dream
of what could have been
had grace been aware of our birth

now, we tear the contract, & cast our duties aside & know
something like forgiveness;
my arms knew peace after you stepped into them, as I
forgave my fingers their crooked grasp
I forgave my smile for its failures, as my lips
came to know yours
& even the shrivelled jaw & receded chin know peace
when they come to nestle between your thighs
where a stronger jaw
might not have reached

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Where’s the A, huh?

is your ragged calendar marked? some
black date crucified where I first began
to lie to you?
Or was I honest & numb &
you chose a face to fit your dreams & pre-
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