5.3.21

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Praying for willingness.

I'm down on my knees

with my butt in the air.

Vulnerable, open to blessings.

Hearing nothing but screams.

How am I here once again?

But still bring with me hope.

I get up off the floor.

 Go meet my friend Mars.

They make me feel good.

They make me feel seen.

We confide in each other

What real humans need.

 We need to be loved

not ruthlessly judged.

I tell her my senseless

heap of mind fuckery.

My frustrations with being queer

in heteronormativity.

Intrusive fascination with

the straights and the baby.

They're probably deeply in love

and fuck unashamedly.