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.