… be an asshole, and
let your voice, and
your empty words
bounce around in the strained silence
… talk politics, and
religion, racism, and
let you doubt your conviction
to the transient nonsense
… be fearful, and
cocksure, and
the man’s man in the aging boy’s suit
… be the you
you’re pretending to be
always holding space
for the glimmer of

solvitur ambulando