groundings

bent to corners, you are taking on lovers,
forcing out the air that keeps you alive.
there are held-over promises, bled-over secrets,
the slimmest of these should not be taken out of context.

the only hand in the fire,
the grounding of starlight is the grounding of joy,
the safest escape barred, kept dark.

always the take-offs, never the landings, never the good parts.
you are the long blonde long gone, the taken-on.
the slimiest of these should not be given any context.
the biggest of these should not be suffered at all.