Honestly
HONESTLY
do the throats of our wrists bare
testimonies
do we have thousands of clean
cells to fall back
on
do we have to recover ourselves
or wait for someone else…
as dangerous questions
ask do they hate
me?
do we sweat in rainless
efforts
watching as the
weirdness
evaporates…
do we tick the
acceptable
boxes of
their
circumstances
do we sing as brave
drawn out strings
symphonies of
niches and clichés
faint undulated
paints
of
weakened
watermarks
honestly?
© Kim van Breda—12 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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