February 28

I, though I am a diamond, am not clear why,
why, on good days and awful, far and near, I
must always fight against the jeers and the mistrust

the bellows and tears, the hijinks, the
cries, and yes, the fear that feeds the lies
of what’s jeered at: beast, ogre, dark dove,
pride. Say, we’re the ass inside.

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