Cowardice Is How You Decide To Be

Why Are You Constantly Escorting Me Places?” I Say. “isn’t There A Depraved Activity You’re Supposed To Be Taking Part In? Kicking Puppies Or Spying On Girls While They Change, Or Something?

I've Done Without Doing Things, Like Sleeping And Eating, But I Need To Write.

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

I Kiss Him As The Train Slides Into Unlit, Uncertain Land. I Kiss Him For As Long As I Want, For Longer Than I Should, Given That My Brother Sits Three Feet Away From Me.

I Need The Protection Of Seeming Weak.