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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