a thermostat comforter
i’ve set myself up for this;
an unyielding summer breeze
& some breathless
sensual self-test.
who were we to judge?
this new stamina disaster
or we’re too forgiving,
forging a namesake.
(there’s a certain round corner to all of this,
or am i getting my shapes confused again?
my lipstick & memory are all that remain.)
in silence you’ll doubt me
& i will loudly prove you
right.