Trying out for affection like he’d dived into bloodsport.

Starting a new religion and loosening the shoulders like the weight of consequence found a new conscience to rest upon.

Kept up on destruction so that I could procrastinate my salvation the next morning.

Loved you like a renegade priest discovering a new god

How many slurred “hellos” have passed between strangers?

It’s been a back dive where unfurled fears waited for me to smash through them like I’d become a mosaic artist.