now we can’t get along
their very existence in this world is seen as a political act in itself.
I could tell then that it was better to submerge (and thus re-enter)
Love I did not have to
feel threatened by
your heart’s seen enough but your lungs want to go on.
could not hope to hopelessly sleep
it isn’t painful to move through time
I know what happened
Everything that is knowable I want to know.