Napowrimoday 2: the road not taken

 I cannot make the perfect tiktok video 

And this fact brings me grave agony

Because I wish to cram everything I am into 60 seconds

And then post it on the internet for strangers to see and approve of

When I broke up with my third partner

They accused me of being afraid of intimacy

But fear is only to approach the true feeling as I would I skittish animal

I would not lie down next to a restless horse and say

"Know me"

Every line of my third partner's fingers are etched into my memory

But if I say this on tiktok for each work I say about 

Their knuckles and the dips between their veins

There are ten, a hundred more about the fingers of my second love (now broken up)

And my fourth and fifth (currently ongoing).

If only I could pull my self out of my skull like a sword out of a stone 

And gradually grind it down

And sharpen it to 

60 seconds and then I could five it back to my third love and say

"There! These people who have never met me

They know me and they love me"

And I lay down next to the skittish horse that is my fear of being known and

It stood up and walked on two legs and

I filmed it and edited it and put it on my tiktok and 

The strangers, they liked that too.