I low-key burned out of introductions. But that's fine. The poetry is what counts.

Thank you for your presence.

Enjoy

On separation

I fear my hues are intermingling. Soon
all my whites will come out looking wrong.
My darker sides will start to get washed out.

I fear the crossroads where I stand
has collapsed into a single street.
I am forcing myself to keep a foot in either lane.

Either way, my divergences are starting to unite.