I’m sorry I’m so inconvenient
as to have feelings
that you don’t approve of. I bet
you wish you could just edit
them out of me. sometimes
I do too. a snip here, a cut there
and my pesky problem’s
solved. just rearrange my heart
like words on a page.
if only
I didn’t have to.

everything about you
is more than okay
with me, except that.
you would have me
black out so many
pieces of myself. how long
before the holes get so big
I fall through them
and disappear?

maybe someday
before that happens,
I’ll decide that I’d rather
be with someone
who doesn’t think
I need to be censored.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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