Envelope of the Present

In all my partnerships

I have taken them on like a coat

Wrapped their being, their lives and loves, ‘round my shoulders

The secret language of what we used to call mixtapes

Abandoning the carcass of my own existence in favor of a mad merging.

But what’s worse, I see everyone’s rotted core

This skeletal disdain for life and neglect of the body

Ever have I told the liturgy

Of crimes we do unto ourselves

Lists of “I just need to”

And “Once I have this, I can permit myself this.”

She has always been on the way to

She floats.

Can't you see?

Our revolution

            Our life

                        Our messiah

                                    Is right now.

9/24/17