becoming me can happen any time
in the girls locker room or 
walking the blind
sometimes it’s there
when a person needs dinner
it becomes me as much
as a loser as winner
becoming me is black and blue
on a bicycle meant
to ride one not two
left to sob over love unrequited
years become insults soon righted
becoming me has a map
of its own
becoming me has a special crown
of thorns or roses
of invaluable losses
and swings in my own time
from shadows I know
becoming me takes a while
becoming me is non GMO grow
underfoot lies my story
those fabulous creatures
musical notes to a suicide
change the meaning
and direction
like the death tarot card
it’s new this insurrection
it’s new this request
that a creature so tender
still honors the beast
yet black and blue
says she bets you are rad
in the great brief remembered
and I take it and seal it
and make it less tender
becoming me is a fonder renewal
becoming me is junk food
and jewel

you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck

my sunrise asks your permission
of your sunset to make a deal
the day in between
is not callous or mean
but filled with the love of the real

you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck

here comes delirious admission
all this haggling has turned into song
words under the eaves
still radiate heat
and love is to never be wronged

you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck

unaware of the windows behind me
here comes the tide in a fashion
the light is pure gold
we shall never grow old
when we bow together remind me

you are my walking stick
you are my magic trick
you are the ace of spades
in our full deck

you are my walking stick