No wasted time.
No wasted days.
Only the best cheesecake will do.
a wise person once said
there is poetry in brutal efficiency
which I suppose is why
we remake our bodies and souls
temper bones like steel–
damn the consequences.
There was desperation behind those words
mirroring my own maybe this is why
I loved, idolized our captain
at the helm of the ship her voice
shy of cracking and
too well-trained for betrayals as cheap
as fear of death and broken homes.
She spoke a language I understood.