This morning, I think

maybe, I’m avoiding

the ebb and flow

of acceptance and rejection

and maybe, I should submit more

or maybe, I’m just lazy

or maybe, it’s the definition of submission

Seeing myself in print

Is like going out on the town

hoping someone notices

the cut of my hair

the style of my clothes

the smell of my body

if I stand close

Human beings look foolish

dressed as parrots

I can always join

a submission hayride

find a hand to hold, a hug,

a tongue down my throat,

hands to grope my genitals

10-26-20


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