Therapist waiting room.
Sixteen years ago. ...
"Why don't you go play with the toys"
Thomas the Train
Legos
Lincoln logs
Lincoln
Penny
Penny for your thoughts?
Honestly?
I'd rather play with these puzzle pieces.
I'd rather make a picture before saying a single word. // "Mom, can we go yet?"
Piece together piecemeal peaces // "Mom"
Ponderous photos of a truth half told // "Mom"
Fragmented fiction.
Curvaceous cures for a condemned conscious;
Condom Cinderella was a coy collector of my curiosity
These secrets engorge themselves in the shadows of your Sacred Geometry
I crawl toward it, blistering from the boil of this buxom bridge between broken and bent.
They say the pyramids were tombs
But what if they were puzzle pieces, trying to imagine the space between humanity and divinity?
The answer lies in dying within the question.
I'd rather play with the puzzle pieces.
I'd rather finger Aphrodite with all of the urgency of the Pharoahs reaching towards Heaven.
Freeze while feasting in the shade of her Sacred Geometry; swallowed by the flickering tongues of these twisted secrets-
Whispering in the dark
Worshiping in the dark
Condom Cinderella spreads her legs and whispers that no two atoms ever touch.
Runs her hand down my stomache
Chill bumps are funeral pyres to an ambition unbridled
Grasping for a truth not yet raised
Fragmented fiction
We boil in the sweat from our toils; poking fun at every incomplete absolute
Erecting a question; building a bastion from Horus's uncompromising eye.
Legos
Lincoln Logs
Honestly?