this world they say
is solely a reflection
ugly, gross, pathetic
I see
how can I love a place
how can I love myself
there’s so much pain
so much ambiguity
yet here I am privilege
to be able to poetize
should I love myself
should I love all that exists?
they tell me I can’t love more than one
they tell me I cannot say this or that
I don’t tell you anything
I don’t say anything at all
is this it?
my ying and yang?