i've been considering gender lately
and labels
coming and going along these streets we walk
everyone paints themselves heavy with labels
i can hear their breaths thick with words
it's a tempting reality--grayness bleeding into black and white through simple one-liners
a seemingly uncomplicated reality emerges
but the security is fleeting
the minute a label lands on earth, its meaning is whipped up and jumbled into something else entirely
we walk these careful lines, trimming hedges and pulling up weeds, tending our words like gardens
believing the efforts will result in nourishment come fall
perhaps they will
but i'm betting that more than anything else, the experience teaches us that words can never suffice, lines drawn here or there will fly like dust the moment the sun falls behind those far off mountains
shifting the earth below us into a new, unknown position
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