subtext

turn into the wind to make your way home

there is no other way back to yourself

so easily you fell away for love

or perhaps a misplaced desire’s better

terminology for what twisted you

down rabbit runs like some misbegotten

Alice into an alternative tale

so that the trip back requires reflection

of a sort usually demanded

from ideologically deviant

folk when they are forced to erase their lives

in order to believe what they’ve become

has always been the story they have told

when the differences they have lived are gone