milk and mint

Milk and mint
I'm afraid to write because my longing
Might go off like a bomb

But yes, full,
Pendulous,
And precarious, isn't it. All of it.

I don't blame White for empire.

There is simply no other way
To be sure the whordes don't ransack
Your meadow. Lay waste to what you
Cherish and preserve.

So I guess it has to be defended
proactively

with
Violence.

I get it.
I don't want to have to want to fight.

No violence. No desire. No violence.
Goodbye dreams.

But there are glimpses
All found in touch.

Everything in touch.
Desperate in touch.
Holy fuck in touch.

There's eye desire and then there's
What, I don't know
Some other thing
Linked to euphoria

I think I want to dance.
I think I'm broken.
A soul cavity.

Intentions and checked-cruelty don't count.
Holding each other at bay
Stretched taut like a continent-wide rubber-band
Or mask elastic on angry face

Sad on any day.

And so so so alone.