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

into crucibles

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.

rlb 4.7.17

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