it’s like this...
I catch myself confirming
this is not a fever dream
I don’t want to wake from.
sweat is not pleasure or pain,
it’s reaction, it’s response.
it’s my cue to listen, follow,
heat with intention, focus.
I spend this life seeking
out warmth, like the coffee in
your eyes, like the fire in
your hands, like the sunshine
my sunflower heart yearns for.
I walk this existence seeking
out hope, like “I believe that
we will win,” like accountability
we will center, like healing
the spiritual wounds of this place.
I search this world for velvet,
finding instead so many coarse
edges of sandpaper that just,
it's just hard to be soft in a
world of sharp edges and
your radical love, you're radical
love is a salve I thought I
might never find in this form.
... it’s like this.
