you are the fire
burning in my heart

and on a lonely winter night
there is only desire

a candle bleeds wax
as you watch.

it drips, drips down
like the frost on your heated windows.

can you see my face as you look in a little closer

feel my rosy-cheeks
they are not red in heat

do you know of desire?

tell me about the fire.

two faces, two egos
to my face you tell me everything is fine
for every flaw i perform, for every mistake
and yet, you spit venom behind my back on my name

how funny, am i right?

every time
i speak my own
name i taste
the blood of
my mother's bit
lip (&) held tongue-- a self shed
to take rein

o' my father's flatiron
sur/name:
the blood, reigned (&)
i remain—
sanguine & ruddy
after all
(these broods).

i've stepped foot on this land only 4 years ago
and ever since then, have i never not longed to go back
and yet, i wonder if my home would accept me for the way i act
just like the way the others have in this hellscape

automatic administering
of dense stereotypes -
the world is balanced
off of the practice of
       false sayings
        ostracizing
        disrespect
and yet, you deem
yourself a good person