confession

promises are a funny thing
expressions of the heart
stranger still
we say what
in the moment
feels true
but when time passes
when
everything
ripens
when it’s all a beautiful mess
have we lied
or is truth
plural
with black and white
merely as starting points

the things i feel
the words i say
they are true
true to me

society
counter-culture
tradition
the idolatry of convention
even you
so it seems
demand that i retract
pressure building
like steam through that grate
over which i
will pitch my tent
when my stubbornness
rapes my life
of security
but i
will not
deny this heart
that whispers to me
in broken french
in stuttered poetry
in muffled screams

for tonight
i’d rather be honest
than follow
the rules

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