Nothing about my persuasion or association
or contractual agreements.
I’m talking life and death,
how you can tell the color, the shape, the texture, the spleen, baby.
Let me ask you one thing. Does it float?
We had to make good with our therapist
and now it’s only about survival of the basest kind.
So what more do you ask of me when I can ask no more of myself?
How do we navigate this ever changing perimeter with no boundary, no base, no hard and fast rules, no destination because after all, destination is irrelevant.