To Ratchet, Darling: This Is Not My Best, But I Did It For You.

two dozen foil-covered dishes splay out

grease and fat made proudly by my

discerning relatives, one set of wrinkled

silver tops devouring another.

.

my eyes glaze like

uncovered gravy

going solid in the beige

Pyrex behind the second

dish of deviled eggs.

.

my aunts and grandmother

talk about homosexuals.

.

did you hear about Brian and his ‘friend’

…..……you know they won’t be having children

……….(laugh laugh laugh)

but you can’t judge ‘em

………….no, you have to love’em, they’re still

…………family

I don’t think God made ‘em that way

I think they choose to be like that

.

we humans have trouble with

presence without pretext,

pesky “I think, therefore I am

uncomfortable” leaving us unable

to sit silent with each other, radiating

happiness by simple fact of I am not alone

and we are not alone together.

.

I would rather kneel

eyes closed, bare neck

against your black velvet

throat, nerves to skin to fur

to skin to nerves singing it is good

that you are here it is good that we

touch your presence against my presence

is good it is good we are together here it is

good it is good it is good back and forth in primal

love rite language deeper felt than words

left unregistered by your

beautiful brain.

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2 Responses to “To Ratchet, Darling: This Is Not My Best, But I Did It For You.”

  1. dusty Says:

    damn Layne!

    I don’t what to say

    I appreciate a mind that

    may or may not be

    warped on

    the

    inside

    and out

    musically

    inclined to see

    the love

    you

    be

  2. Layne Ransom Says:

    Thanks for that comment. It made me smile.

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