My only struggle with blogging

is this expectation of
explaining and summing

everything up in a white square

How can I explain when I see

the world so differently

when there are just so many things

to talk and feel about and share

on this early morning

my mind is a carousel

a spinning wheel

it is the girl with asthma

who still ran faster than all the boys

faster and faster

but is it ever enough

let them be ashamed and confounded

that desire my soul

let them be turned backward

and put to confusion

that desire my hurt.