i wanted his words to fall away
to be able to erase them like the lyrics on cassette tapes
erasable forgettable
old school
he wanted me to believe his words were back in vogue
pitching as he was for some intractable balance
possible from his side alone in which the teeter totter that ringed this playground could somehow always
keep him on top
such a fool even with a long look through history
once we’ve pushed up from the sandy earth giving air to rise
feminine masculine can not be deleted
macho has been erased
(the sandy footing has been pushed up from and i see from the sky view)