Part of the joy of who I am is things look good from where I stand
Though you're cursing at my head, I'm standing up to you
I bring the truth right to you
Your shame called me 'shame' as your peppered youth brings salted
Deeds; charcoal/internet proof. You pictured my arms not floating
Free, but fastened to me, wasted on me
Once given
Now retracted
Invented division
Once open-hearted
Now in remission
The kissing incision
Once July
Now September
Now is always right, 'volita'
The past is always false, though you need it
Now is always right, while the friendship is tight
The past is always false when the touching stops
Look out!
'Cause you are filled with:
Deceitful happiness and made-up pain