PDA
maybe I wanted to write a poem
before the calendar told me to
maybe the stanzas were going to flow
like a mall fountain onto the penny wishes
of poets passing by
maybe in another timeline
my body doesn’t feel so strongly about consent
and maybe in that version this draft is beautiful
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Wonderfully poignant poem you have here. I love how you play with your what-ifs; truly the building blocks of good art.
Appreciate you. Thank you for noticing, for the time and the words.
I agree with the way you consent…
Thank you. That was a specific word choice for me on this one.