"honesty," we claimed,
"nothing sustains bliss like honesty,"
there's no hiding anymore what i spend to stay hidden just so
(so just-out-of-hindsight and so close)
because i can't let go of these invisible strings
tethered tenuously between my sweating hands,
my ruined pride,
your self-reproach -
we're still just kids, you know,
stuttering, "distance! distance!" like a litany
or a prayer - whatever keeps you.
i found a weak spot between rotting bars,
where loneliness caged you above me
to speak of freedom in foreign words and royal grace
(hoping self-will translates to resolve
or protects you like lofty walls and closed gates).