Unloveliest
Written July 2017
I know exactly who I am,
even if you are uncertain
about your numbered days
or the infinity of diamonds
or the countless rings in a tree.
Who I am is not mathematical
or purely methodical,
despite my aggressive desire
for justice and truth.
And I won’t change who I am
if you change who you are
and I won’t be less of me
if you are suddenly less honest,
because the me that loves you
does so even in the middle
of the unloveliest mistake
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