being
at being
(except when
alone)
under starlessness
(then)bending to
unbeing
(in no other way)
through straightened corridors
with doors lining the west side
but finding them locked
(or)having
lock(et)s
for
deadbolts
(some oval some heart shaped)
within each: pictures
of lovers
who will(never)
come into being by being made
to bend(to more broken
wills)
thereby adding more doors to corridors
already so
endlessly drenched
-by Ridire
Pride originally appeared in The Tint of Glass Awnings, 2013