I’m having a strain

Can’t move my mouth that way

Can’t quite bring myself

To stand in allegiance

With beautiful men

Who crank their head

And choose blindness

In light of recent memory

I can’t in good conscience say

That you are a good man

Not with the harsh bite

Of your whisper

Still low in my ear

While you embraced me

And leaned in

So no one can hear

And that request

Was feigned

Lilting with nonabsolution

Tattling silence since says the most

You greedy bird-like mess

Who’s mirror makes you moan

And I fix my hair

And hit the stage

So I’ll yawn and forget you

‘Cause staunchness has its limits