They happen,
Tentative in so much as they’re heralded
By pockets of cautious silence
Not the same as confessions to lovers,
More a sense of testing the brotherhood
You’ve grown to appreciate
There are things us men,
Won’t tell you,
No matter how often you ask,
Because you cannot know
Nor take the Burden from us,
And we are, for the most part,
Adapted to it,
But I’m open to sharing
The idea of how we all sit with
Monsters in the dungeons of
Ourselves and they weren’t always
So
Beasts
If anything
But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized
And sometimes taunting that hunger
Sours the blood
Without a way towards letting
So here we are
Having these hideous talks
About how to breathe with the desire
Without being destroyed by it
Because we talk about how you can do that now,
And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,
But someone else will do, for some of you,
And some of us, too.
We have these hideous talks
About love But not la la di da
More like avalanches
Animal attack videos online
Kind of love.
And how the fuck we survive it all
My book Until She Sings is out now.
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