honest, abe
for a friendship that never waned
she taught me about worlds
and how
to enter them.
to leave my safe and comfortable
thought,
and welcome something new.
we worshipped at the altar of the other,
tithing love notes and candid moments from our
camera rolls.
waging war on "i" to better understand "we."
we drank greedily
from that well,
unaware of the drought to come.
our gifted manna expired too soon,
poisoning our best intentions.
co-dependence acting as tether.
as harness.
as muzzle.
sometimes, my eyes can miss your face,
your hand tickling my wrist,
your lips against my own.
sometimes, i wonder where our orchids are,
and if we ever made it out
alone.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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