By Ben Nardolilli
Trying to turn my room into a positive place,
A house where yes is heard more than no,
And all of the swears come from a place of joy,
So far, I’m starting small, saying FUCK
And SHIT whenever I reach a solitary climax,
Then saying nothing when I stub my toe
Has it made the space feel lighter? I think
It has given everything an amber sheen,
Stopping short of a halo, which is good
Because a halo is so heavy, requiring
A set of angel’s white silk wings if you want
To move instead of posing for an icon