Different

Heavily, I lay down my head. You said this time would be different. As blue as the evening sky, this is true. Each bruise is in a different place. My face faces southward to the lowest degree, dirty from your unwashed hands. Plans are rearranged, like my shifted skin. You say you want to begin again. The gin's poured anew, like wholesome juice. Loose are your boundaries and new broads, goddesses of lust and deceit. You cheat yourself of what could be. Freedom becomes my dissociative hope. Soap never washed me clean. I lean into an open dream, a different time, a new paradigm. 10-9-24