Continuum.
[A prompt from @caitsmessner - “Write a love or lost-love poem without using any victim language, any anger/blame or any self-villianizing/chastising,”]
and so i was brought to you/
a graveyard invitation/
I thought
maybe the current
had misread its destination/
and followed me to the wrong/
shore, where you stand/
a safari of lungs/ the stiffness
to be wrestled out of me/
I say, first, that I am not
an obligation/ you say/
solstice/ I hold the night/
like an autocrat.
