Quitclaim: Hands As Default Bilingualism

You will tend to him
The way you tend to lie
Always
A turnstile of compromise
Turn to him,
Turn to you
My turn to
change me unrecognizeably
the one you fucked inside out
My turn to
Acknowledge everyone before--
the participants of my jaded heart, they are
Apologetically their own for precursing a
disaster in already troubled regions
Telling a story of intuition,
Of heartbreak, of a long time coming

like the gestures
of human hands
Because I do not possess
a word that will ever
make a difference
In compelling the
human in you
to rise