do all bravely, bear all cheerfully // @goodwater14
I believe that there exists a class of people
who know what it is to perpetually look from the outside, in.
subtle evidence of our plight are the smudges on
stretching your feline limbs under white sheets,
you are sinewed and tanned, skin bitten.
luxuriating in the space between the first
egg-shell flutter of eyelids
you asked me who sings my favorite song
but could not understand that no artist produced
the honeyed street sounds and distant laughter
of a 2 am city,