Gone Strait

Clutch those bare wired languages
that punch spiked fruit juice
out of my heart
and up to my head.
I remind myself,

I was never a lesbian.

But i was that tree!
I wrote it,
that was me!
Take the first tag allowed,
turn that flag to the ground—

its whiteness is brightness,
its whiteness is pure.

Him or her?
Him and her?

The hymn of her,
lines of verse,
twinning electric escape
until blood sweeps through their vines.

It’s a gush of madness
encroaching false hope,
roped and roped
and braided within foots
of straightened feats.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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