In day,
I know
a burden.
A person,
should
never
be.

It's just,
my
expectations
outpace
my
empathy.

What is love,
but quotas
fulfilled?
Physical
and
emotional
gain?

In night,
I go
by Tri-Met.
Chinatown's
streets
beckon
me.

I hold
my
neck upright, tall
as I
can
possibly.

I left a
hollow husk/
body double,
sleeping on
my couch,
beside my
dead flame
and her bed.

Between the snoring,
and my black feet,
I escape easily.

What is love,
but quotas
fulfilled?
Physical
and
emotional
gain?

When I escape,
I can be who
I know I want to be.

So in the crisp night,
in the fresh rain,
I take a time slot,
so I can dance
away my pain.

I never knew
it was easy,
easy as this.