truth

You and I
Are a pond, beginning to wax fetid
I’m glad
Even though I know
Our end
I like what is gathering here
The fuzzy, the murky,
Close together as geckos
Green, silky

Sediment that you didn’t lick off,
Never reaching my neck
I can live with a little bit
Of warmth.
Is it bad to be aware,

when you know the rot

is coming?
You can relax
Curl your toes in the
Potential breakup tantrums
It is all alright
We aren’t fragile
We can brush off pond scum
After a delicious, lazy nap
Walk forward, find the path