Monday, March 2, 2020

The Polar Bear's Song

How can I say with what my life is filled?—
with my inversion-filled language—
filled but unfulfilled.
Similar to being liked but not well-
liked—waif left behind on the western passage.
How could I speak what my life was filled
with, after my voice was parched
by loss—fire-hot dead embers
of a love forever left unsaid,
desire held hostage,
passion spilled.
What my eyes have been filled
with—tears to turn a mill,
pouring down the glass selvage
of their almost-fulfilled
yearning—songs sung and voices shared,
all tangled up in amorous connection.
How can I say with what my life is filled?—
queerly fulfilled.