Not borrowed, but studied,
earned. How can I be
disobedient if I love you?
Precisely, the weight
of struggle, tired muscles,
the sad collisions of fog
and light- my life,
the usual dreaming,
mountains drifting apart,
the mother figure
standing between us-
the edge ablaze,
a wounded heart
or a cigarrette
left to smolder
in the corner
of my mouth.
