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between reality and blood

 He wears condescension
like the conqueror of worlds
and weíve never learned how
to stand up to his pop-culture logic
because how do you fight something
that doesnít make sense?

Misogyny is inborn here
inlaid upon their bones
and he is no different
in his airs and graces
as though we didnít come
from the same womb
breathe the same air
pulse with the same blood

And I want to love him
for the parts I donít get to see
but Iím not sure how to love
the memory of a ghost
all his hues of beautiful
left somewhere in my imagination
of a hologram thatís not him
thatís not here
that will never be real

Iím not free when heís here
itís better when heís gone
better when weíre separate
from blood and flesh and bone
better when I can breathe
my freedom alone

He wears condescension
like the conqueror of worlds
and weíve never learned how
to stand up to his pop-culture logic
because how do you fight something
that doesnít make sense?

© Indie Adams 2015
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