three

prelude

I came across your truths
in the yellow wash
of naked streetlight
each stood sideways
and unsteadily
turned into an epoch

the pale marrow
the unbroken green
tasted the oxygen
flinched for the first time

the electric current
buried inside my bones
completed its circuit
touched ends
sparked

the rare vulnerability
ignited the fuse
of a chain of events
inescapable reflex

one after the other

and I started to agree
with everything
you wouldn't say out loud