in all our transparency i still have secrets i don’t say.

don’t we all, don’t we all.

don’t try to guess them; i am still strong in this regard.  i’ll drag it out, for better or for worse.  perhaps i am a coward, or perhaps for once i am being truly brave.

here i am shrouded in vagueness, vagaries as usual, but specifics aren’t meant for this medium.

we’re both overlooking the complications, it’s just a matter of who breaks first.

these recent nights spent keeping it together with smoke on my tongue and hot blood on my lips.

i feel more at home in my body the more bruises i have.