talk to me of the shame of
having to wear it
endlessly, wherever, everywhere.
scary. i want to believe we are better. but we are
cowards. why isn’t
anyone standing up to these crooked fascist-wannabes.
really, i ask this question, wondering. maybe it needs to be me.
love is the answer, i want to say, with an
ebullience that cannot be denied. but that makes me as much a
traiter as our purported legislators, our supreme court.
love is the answer to what? an
escape, for certain. sure. is
that what i’m aiming for here? would it make me so
terrible? yes, i suppose it would. or
else i’m on to something with this escape.
rev up the engine, hunny, we’re getting the hell out of here!
