Consumption

I want it to rush with a flowingness

I don’t want to be scared

Of something I’m not even sure is real

But when I feel it it’s real

When I feel it it’s a cascade, it’s a tidal wave

I am taken,

I am drifted

I am drowned

I am drowning in the possibility of a future

Either way it hurts.

There’s danger in abundance

When you come from scarcity it feels threatening to know when your next loving will be.

I’m not sure I can love in a way that does not consume me.

Can anyone?

Would they want to?

(January 10, 2023)