being straight was meant to be a blessing,
until I discovered it also meant being alone.
what do I do with a straight fence
that keeps love outside
only to preserve
bitter peace
in the arms of loneliness.
I've given my left eye
to the seer.
He has taught me folly,
and the plights of honor.
Perhaps I'll find the right side
of the fence before dawn.
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