When Sexualities Are Doors

Tears flee from my

I gave up forever ago

eyes, and paint the door before me

like bricks.

Red brown red brown red brown


Except it’s always been infinity.

Endlessness means

physically biologically forever and ever


but it doesn’t feel…

wrong, exactly,

because bricks make sense

in a way that other people’s smooth wood panels

and metallic creaking hinges




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