lately i give no loyalty to the cause of the quiet-cancelling of joy in the heart.
the world knows how many times i'll spit and curse on the bad things that made you cry.
what they were even wanting to say
is like belonging for the cowards
where laughter was always not home.
far out, they want. but i will not.
what i would always want is to be enlivened by the thought
of me being seen living with you all my life.
i am going to take what chance gives me today.
and that is to write this poem in the hot-cold mix of the moment.