Writing

I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die 

Is violence all we now know

Can we know now how to stop this

Can we turn a table upside down

Down is up is what is the upside

What is the inside of a killer

Is their DNA barbed wire

Why’re we like this

Blue softness and warmth

Blue peace beyond all else is

A warm blue sweater

my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear, 

and magic. 

Failure.

It's not a familiar word to me

Because I am never failing unless I know

I haven't tried hard enough

Been my best

But that was failure.

Not by me,

By them,

I

Resist

I

Wrap

My

Heart

In

Ace

Bandages

I

Tuck

Bra

Cups

In

My

Boxers

I

Persist

I

Am

Jazz

My

Sex

Is