I wanted a big funeral.
I wanted to be remembered by thousands.
I wanted a full plate of many talents.
I have done well to make that so,
Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean
With the depth of a river creek.
It’s not what I bargained two decades for.
I close the door to the four floors where my tutorial.
From here on in, Imperial Decline used to take place there.
The stone and starry Monday night was riddled with penultimate milestones.
I will evict my inner fascination with the box everyone wants me to step into
From the corners of my utterly beautiful mind.
“But at the end of the day “sexy” is just a four letter word we shouldn’t give a fuck about.”
“Please forgive my foolishness.
I’m getting over a bad breakup with my masculine side.”
“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant
Six notes, bliss on repeat. I wish I could sing along in this deafening bell tower,
A choir of my fellows is not far away to join in serenade.
But in a flash, it’s over.