I'm a fool.
I'm in love.
I'm in a love/hate.
So what if I'm human
& broken? The ways I act--
it's embarrassing, golden eggs.
Every line I've tried not to think
(here is not the place for control)
about a different man. I'm in love
with myself, or not. It's irrespons-
ible. It's 2019 again. By the Aleutians
it felt like years ago. To be, or not.
That's too poetic. It's not enough.
The eye of the bull constellation.
It's Sunday after all.
The sky is grey cloud with
one sliver of pink on the horizon.
I must have written that same sentence
dozens of times. The weather can't be chang-
ed, even wishful thinking and longing cannot change
it. It's true, the daylight stays as long as she wants
up North. Oh, you golden sky, all I want is you.
My want means nothing. In the glass of Wom-
an's Bay I realized what I have before,
over and over again, each time forget-
ing: it is not these things I want.
It is not these things that I want
causing the weather
my pain.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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