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.