
RETURN I DO
i forgot it for a while. but to truth, return i do.
solos in my head prattle and jive in my absence,
expectantly.
return i do and quiet these creatures
and their questions, they pout. it’s a row.
but what can i do, taurus?
beautiful as you are i cannot love you,
the artery from my mind to my heart is
blocked.
i forgot it for a while. but to truth, return i do.
…because when donald can’t return love, donald can’t receive it
return i do.
these threads of my mind are a voodoo whose altar i refuse to set up.
i forgot it for a while. but to truth, return i do.
threads. they just want to live a love story in
real-time although they are always
quick to unravel under a touch.
see you around,
sagittarius.
