secret. Trade joy with elation,
flummoxed by the hopeless
giddy drive to remain alive.
All night long and into the
next day this overwhelming
write it down in case I forget.
Every detail to the touch.
Tight shaved mouth are you
really who you are? I can’t
tell this moment. Only this
moment let’s not go back to
is it good enough for every
day. That prison I claim
to have broken out of in
order to become alive.
