Chosen

Rio says
Your kinks are really just about being chosen
I didn’t expect the curtain to be ripped with such force

But indeed, the serotonin trapped
In the spaces between my firing neurons
Knocking on closed doors

Screams
Choose me choose me choose me
So much my head swims from the echoes

And in the midst of the screeches and the bass
My body violently reminds me
That its boundaries are not only
That what separates my organs from the air

So when the questions materialize in my head:
Have I made a mistake?
Will I keep making the same mistake?
I finally slow down to listen
To the serotonin’s persistent cries

Choose me choose me choose me

Oh
I see
Who you are addressing

And as I float alone
A colorful balloon released from my child’s grip
When startled by what she uncovered deep within
I lament all that has left me behind
And all that what shrinks on the Earth’s surface beneath

After panic
I knew where to find tenderness to ground me
A place so unconventional
The books will never bother mentioning

After panic
I found tenderness where I didn’t know to seek it
Not only in the embrace of my lover’s lover
But in your forehead sweat that doused my lips
And the ghosts of the busiest streets in town
Filled only with pigeons who’s nests will always remain a mystery

Image created with the assistance of Lexica