Patroclus

I am a tangle of ambiguities. 

Oh my, 

What if they should catch wind

of my

Insecurities? 

Bare them raw, 

Like meat 

exposed in a tableau? 

My dear, 

what if I should 

expose myself? 

I should

bury them. 

Like Achilles

branded

with fire. 

Ah. But what a world. 

What a time

to be alive.