I need your acceptance.
I need you to stand in this space with me,
And let your body speak of tolerance, to mine.
I do not always know how to be
In this skin, with these bones.
I need your time, today, now
Because tomorrow one of us could die,
The vital things left unsaid and I need
To speak the unspeakable things with you,
The soul bare vulnerable things that are too much,
Salt tear words, heart words, foolish words,
And the things that can only be said
Palm to palm in the language of skin.
I need to swap funeral plans with you.
Is it reasonable to be afraid of everything
That currently frightens me? Not just me?
I need to speak of grief loss failure apathy,
Hear your awkward stories echo my own.
Sex, politics, toilets, religion, aging, bleeding
Being lost, losing, looser, all the things
It is not acceptable to talk about.
Let us sit in concealing darkness and voice it.
Stand together and be unreasonably real.