Maybe one day
we'll be perfect for each other,
with each other—
but today is not the day.

Today you will chase all down
until no girl loves a girl,
no boy looks at a boy;
until the words “girls” and “boys”
conform with what you've seen so far.

Today you will
fight all your demons,
with a sword on our throats.
Today you will kill us all;
born and unborn alike,
and then weep
to be born again yourself.

Today you will hunt
what yesterday didn't show you,
and wipe all the tomorrows
in which
there's no tornado for you to feed upon.
Today you will
drink down our bloods
to make a stream for your boat's oars.

Maybe one day
your boat will sink—
but today is not the day.

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A/N: I'm looking forward to your honest opinions on all these.

Love,
Ray.