To anyone who’ll listen

You can tear each other apart 
All you want
You can fear love
You can love fear
You can burn books
You can burn books having never read them
You can throw bricks through storefront windows
You can throw lightning at tiny yellow houses
You can sit in your own tiny house
And tell yourself it’s perched
On the greenest grass
On the tallest mountain
Under the bluest sky
All you want
You can bite your tongue
Or not
You can slice off each other’s tongues
And raise the tongues high and bleeding over your head
And bark like a rabid dog
That you’ve won, you’ve won
Goddammit you’ve won
You can be anyone
You can be everyone
Yes, you can do it all
With enthusiasm
And with absolute undying faith
That what you’re doing
Or who you’re being
Is right
Or God’s will
Or beyond a reasonable doubt
Or however you swing it
But you cannot
No
You cannot
Push blood
Back into an open wound
Or unfuck a man
Or unspeak a word
Or explain the unspeakable
After the fact
After the fact check
What?
Check again
Are you sure?
Oh god
Yes, you
With the knife
With the gun
Remember this moment
Once it’s over
It’s done

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