i have become a polarity:
passers by give me hushed glances --
even the streets they walk on
stare.
bakers, bartenders, they
praise the the sapphic hue,
but the hotel staff, i'm sure,
are bewildered
for where i've slept remains
a stain
of blue.
my own sister, she told me
this is going to sound
so stupid, but i thought
you were the ocean.
i am not agreed upon,
but i don't mind.
it's nice, for a change,
to be a change
of scenery.
(( pinklullabies ))
