the orchid and the devil
not hysterical
not quiet
admire the honesty while
telling lies about
the territory of my heart
muddled with yours
we wander in clockwise circles
walking with opposing compasses
no one wants to hear
the deafening lightning
when we were on the
same path with the same compass
now we can’t be at the same airport
or share a junk drawer
while we sail from port to port
you took the lead
nonstop to New Orleans
i rocked the boat to a beat
with no one’s approval
even the devil wants delicate orchids
not the unthinkable storm, the ruins of honesty
and compass roses
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