I tried to keep a steady hand. Tumble blocks start again. I held your side when you let go and you came back well-rehearsed in holding your own. A broken seal/ a past self known. Retrieve my heart from the Alamo. I need it here to touch your skin, reconfigure, deconstruct, and begin. The centers shrunk between your eyes. Sharper corners/broader sides. And I felt weak in woman's wear. Genderfucked, dilated, stuck holding a stare. You taught me how to guard my self. To keep my heart unscathed in health. I think you got carried away. Reached out your hand, it carried you away. Well it's life in drag. You wore and armor that covered your face. It's life in drag. I wore hands high to show truce and embracing. It's life in drag. Who taught you how to hate your self? Who forced you to confide in spell? Mistook 'pathetic' for empathy. Cast a stone at the foe and the stone hit me. I held your hand in ritual to show disarming. While you were a weapon inside your self inside your body. I can't pretend, I can't conceal my apprehension. When pressed against the callous of your palm I reconciled because you couldn't feel me there. You wore the binary like a badge of honor. While I struggled dealing with the loss of yet another life in drag.