C. Brannon Watts

 Of course you’re beautiful
of course you are,
and bright because of it

what matters now is that
dextrous weaving of
transgression that brings us closer;
all the color in light
and tuned to breath,
a map ifyouwill thinking -
not only of tomorrow
but what would happen
if you were on a plane and
blinded before you land

how, then, will you greet them?
spear pushers and phalanx binders
alike gathered to offer something
brittle and soft around edges
ill-defined as the map you wear in your
head

some stream crosses before your
unseen and therefore
unknowing toes
that stream is a sea, really
on the other side of which

of course you’re beautiful
of course you are
and bright because?