They always question:
“Why so much black and white?”

Well, I like to be certain.

Black is as definite as white.
Any other color and people argue,
“that’s more of a magenta.”
“no, that’s fuchsia.”

With either end of the spectrum…
I’ll always know exactly what
I’m getting myself into.
What I’m crawling into bed with
and curling up against
and letting take me apart
under the cloak of dark.

Because certainty is the
only constant I have.
And you sir,
are an oil spill in
a dingy walmart parking lot.
Every direction reveals
something completely different
from what I saw before.

– that is why I ran away when I
saw you undressing me with your

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