On Appeasing People Who Don’t Matter

I drape myself on the world when I think about him.
Shall I fear reprisal when I announce the fact?
Or will I embrace infamy in the form of gossip?
Should I quietly address my feelings;
Let jaded social positions and opinions cloud my judgement?
I am in love, deeply.
And in his arms, I fall sweetly.
A tender kiss melts the fray in my head;
The endless deposition;
The constant distraction.
He mounts a stance: “Who cares?”
I am disarmed.
My hands fall loosely.
The ton can answer for theirs.
I will live mine.


Lay an Egg

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