The Confessional, a poem

TJ Walter |

You say
I can’t create a square-circle.
I can’t rhyme with the color purple.
I can’t divide by the zero number.
I can’t marry my beloved partner.

You say
I can’t create a square-circle.
I can’t rhyme with the color purple.
I can’t divide by the zero number.
I can’t marry my beloved partner.

You say
Love is not love without regulation.
Love cannot love without retribution.
Love will not love sex deviation.
Love has no love for my abomination.

You say
I am blessed,
Yet,
You say I must be pressed into squares, Straighten out my curves,
Think less about shapes,
More about prayer,
Prayer works the miracle after all

You say
I can’t create a square-circle,
But,
I can’t ignore my circumference.
I take comfort in geometry that you say doesn’t exist.

You say
But I have already walked away.

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